You can call me a madman
But I'm spoken for
You can take my possessions
Leaves me an open door
In the cities that wait that make you forgot
About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet
About the space that's left
When nobody talks
About the quiet on the path 
Where nobody walks
When the road takes me
To the other side of the world
Little wonder ?? replace me
Give my body back to the earth

You can call me a madman
But I'm spoken for
Should I blame my profession
Or should I bless the war
In the cities that wait that make you forgot
About half the stuff you love and things you don't know yet
About the space that's left
When nobody talks
About the quiet on the path 
Where nobody walks
When the road takes me
To the other side of the world
Till the end ?? to break me
I will put my hand on the world