(Anderson/Meyer) Met a man from Ireland Drinking in a bar Although his voice was soft and warm His eyes were cold and hard He spoke of Irish children Knowing only war I wish I could've known him better I might've understood it all (And) I wish there was something I could say Something to ease the pain away I hear the voice of Poland It's calling out to me Sighing, crying Dying to be free Their streets are full of armour Their eyes are full of tears Must they live this life of sadness For years and years and years (And) I wish there was something I could say Something to ease the pain away I wish I was a hero Fighting for the rights of man Wish I was a tribesman In the hills of Afghanistan I wish I was a soldier Fighting for the peace Fighting down in El Salvador Fighting insanity, inhumanity I wish there was something I could say Something to ease the pain away