[Intro: synth pads, fretless bass] [Verse 1] The trunk of a seventy-eight Mercedes, Gasoline and an old gym bag, A hand came down on the lid at the checkpoint, Two slaps, the way you'd send a horse away. "Yalla," said the man with the rifle, And the butcher drove us through. [Pre-Chorus] On the Corniche at dusk she told me, "I didn't call Johnny, Jack. I called you." [Chorus] Pull the blanket up, For the sun, for the sun, After a year in the dark, Pull the blanket up for the sun. (For the sun) Nobody tells you If it's morning or it's done. [Verse 2] A cough on the fourth floor, dry as paper, A chain on a radiator in Bir al-Abed, I said, "Bill, it's Jack. The Company sent me." He looked at me, and nothing that he said. I carried him down the stairs on my shoulders, And he didn't weigh a thing. [Pre-Chorus] And the rocket hit the wall above us, And the concrete came down on my back. [Chorus] Pull the blanket up, For the sun, for the sun, After a year in the dark, Pull the blanket up for the sun. (For the sun) Nobody tells you If it's morning or it's done. [Saxophone Solo] [Bridge] A hundred and forty miles to Cyprus, She talked to him all night, About Washington, about nothing, With his head in her lap till the light. They met us on the dock at Larnaca, They lifted him away. The papers say he never left that room. The papers always say. [Final Chorus] Pull the blanket up, For the sun, for the sun, After a year in the dark, Pull the blanket up for the sun. (For the sun) Nobody tells you If it's morning or it's done. [Outro: saxophone, fade] [End]
