Kaleidoscope, wheel of hope A place to start out from Although it started long ago The world's work has begun A hula hope, a human chain To warm our hands and find our way When all the lights go out A raincoat and a French beret The rolling hills of past mistakes Like quiet under cloud And I will long look to the churning sea This call to arms means wrap them Around the first person you see Dandelions in bullet holes We stand in our civilian clothes On blankets laid out on a lawn Clouds of rain will all move on And when the mist clears, we will see Both of our names on a marquee Across the ocean the same day And then washed ashore a block away The windwill is waiting for the same thing As the slackened sail As the core within, something like the wind Is blowing at the veil And I will long go on this inner sight This call to arms means hold to it And hold tight Dandelions in bullet holes We stand in our civilian clothes On blankets laid out on a lawn Clouds of rain will all move on And when the mist clears we will see Both of our names on a marquee Across the ocean the same day And then washed ashore a block away Ah come on, these streams of light Are not so subtle All along the ditch Like signs of like in sinking puddles Dandelions in bullet holes We stand in our civilian clothes On blankets laid out on a lawn Clouds of rain will all move on And when the mist clears we will see All of our names on a marquee Across the ocean the same day And then washed ashore a block away