It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes

were where they belong

Huddled together feel the warmth

Thoughts were where they belong.



I walk down the road, leap a ditch

And mount a hill despite the wind.



And he bowed on the point of going

How loyal had they been

Make up matters by a grand funeral

How loyal had they been.



I could say that to anyone else,

there was no such guilt.

Do I have to say it to you I refuse

to set foot.



Tired out by play and performance

Heroic but unsung.

Final attempt gaining guidance

Heroic but unsung.



I see what is right and I do so approve

But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove.