Full up with obscenities
My mouth was opened wide
And she was the centerpiece
And had just started to cry
I know that it's not easy to let go
Of something you've been trying hard
to nurture and to grow
I had my orders and
I had my enemies
While she had a purer mind
For beauty and for peace
Our differences were clear and growing stark
And they're better left out in the dark
I was a soldier
And she was an artist
I left for Sparta
And she for Atlantis
Now that we've gone there is no coming home
Our bones have set
Our roots have grown
And since those simpler days
I've been moving on
But I still hate to think of her
With another man
Who's got a poet's tongue and painter's hands
While I'm shipped off to some foreign land
I was a soldier
And she was an artist
I left for Sparta
And she for Atlantis
Now that we've gone there is no coming home
Our bones have set
Our roots have grown