text: Floating down, through the clouds
  Memories come rushing up to meet me now
  But in the space between the heavens
  And the corner of some foreign field
  I had a dream
  I had a dream
  Good-bye Max
  Good-bye Ma
  After the service, when you’re walking slowly to the car
  And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
  You hear the tolling bell
  And touch the silk in your lapel
  And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
  You take her frail hand
  And hold on to the dream!
  A place to stay
  Enough to eat
  Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
  Where you can speak out loud
  About your doubts and fears
  And what’s more, no-one ever disappears
  You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
  You can relax on both sides of the tracks
  And maniacs don’t blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
  And everyone has recourse to the law
  And no one kills the children anymore
  No one kills the children anymore
  Night after night
  Going round and round my brain
  His dream is driving me insane
  In the corner of some foreign field
  The gunner sleeps tonight
  What’s done is done
  We cannot just write off his final scene
  Take heed of the dream
  Take heed