Found us in a small cafe
Happened to be out that day
To watch it go by
It came to pass that we shall be
Early signs of victory 
From out of their eyes

If you lay your guns to ground
Feel the weight of coming down
Fall from your mind
Something that I ought to say 
Take away the pain of day
I'm leading the blind

Old man 
Drifting 
Won't you carry me out of this place?

Found us in a small cafe
Happened to be out that day
To write it all down
As they fell upon the floor
Thought of all that's gone before
They went to the ground

Old man 
Is drifting 
Won't you carry me out of this place?

The white dove 
Is rising 
To the sound of your God 
Given grace

To the sound of your God 
Given grace