Blue scarf tied
To a barbwire fence
What do you mark the place of?
Before they hung
You high and dry
Who did you hide the face of?
Is there something buried
In the ground below?
Is there something buried
In the ground below?
Will anybody ever know?
Tumbleweed stuck
On a barbwire fence
Your wandering days are over
Now you've come
To end and rest
Where you used to run from cover
Is it sweet memories
When the dry winds blow?
Is it sweet memories
When the dry winds blow?
Or just the bitter call of where you'll never go?
Three white crosses in the dirt
At the side of the road
What time are you the sign of?
Before I pa**ed by
Before the soft shoulder
What love were you the design of?
Do you mark a miracle
That the world needs to know?
Do you mark a miracle
That the world needs to know?
Or just an accident of long ago?