[Spoken Word] So many wars... names lost to time. I used to count them. Not anymore. [Verse 1] [solo contralto, world weary] The March of Bataan. Thermopylae. The tragedy that was Gallipoli. Battle of Antietam , the fall of Rome. Vietnam... the Battalions of the Somme. [Chorus] As swords and shields sing Glean a soul, be you serf, prince, or king Gods, these boots hurt like hell I need a day off, maybe Cozumel [Verse 2] [weary] [thoughtful] They ask, is it real? what I see? A Valkyrie's wings touch the snow... Are you here for me? Yes, I am, it is time, you know... They always say they're not ready to go... One more battle, one more field. I lost count long ago. [Chorus] As swords and shields sing. Glean a soul, be you serf, prince, or king. Gods, these boots hurt like hell... I need a day off, maybe Cozumel. [Verse 3] [soft vocals] Is it going to hurt? No soldier, the pain's all gone. Where are we going? Just over to meet the dawn... [Chorus] As swords and shields sing. Glean a soul, be you serf, prince, or king. Gods, these boots hurt like hell... I need a day off, maybe Cozumel. [spoken word] [solemn] I used to count them. Not anymore. Maybe someday. I'll get to Cozumel.
