You pack your bags, it's time to go
You clean your shoes, but you don't know how.

I hope you forget your keys, so you'll come back
before the end of the war
please, forget your guitar. 

I still have my friends, some are good, some just human
and the rest are trying too hard to be the best,
a state that never lasts.

I smile, I only cry at night,
but the body tells what the mind regrets.

The money makes me feel alone, now you're broke...

I pack my bags, it's time to go
I clean my shoes, but I don't know how.

You hope I'll forget my keys, so I'll come back 
before the end of the war
please, forget my guitar.

You still have your friends, some are good, some just human.

They smile, they only cry at night,
but the body tells what the mind regrets.

The body tells what the mind regrets...

Wave the soldier goodbye, on a ship you're gonna die.

And I wave the ship goodbye,
you're just a soldier
you're gonna die.


(c) Agnus 2002