I was traveling in a caravan Out across the desert sand Fourth battalion of the infantry Heading in towards the enemy Or at least that's what they're telling me Wind blowing across a cross-eyed sun Shapes moving on the hills I picture you by a swimming pool Tell me baby am i still your man Fighting here in this foreign land, foreign land I heard nothing but the sound of death I was pushed through the ground I woke up on a forest floor Looking up through a group of men Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been Looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been