Watching from the sidelines Dancing on the land mines Exploding through the headlines: “The new front is on the move.” Caught in the crosshairs of a war we didn’t wage Tanks roam the borders of this town Poised to restore what they tear down Don’t let their battles wear you down They take the reins. I wonder: Why do they parade in this season’s rain? Why do the seasons refuse to change? The ceiling creaks, the hillside speaks: “Don’t let me cling to history And more than that please don’t take me back.” Still, the bombs rain down Tanks roam the borders of this town Poised to restore what they tear down Don’t let their battles wear you down Everybody is singing so loud that The crowds can be heard abroad At the American Universities Can’t you hear how they’re cheering us on? The fruits of the revolution must only be days away But still I feel it won’t be long Until they’re not asking anymore They’re not asking anymore If today’s the day we make their grade Will the armies with draw or will they stay tomorrow? Tanks roam the borders of this town Poised to restore what they tear down Don’t let their battles wear you Don’t let their battles wear you Don’t let their battles wear you down