Welcome to the lost brigade Lost but pursuing Fragments to protect the day From badness and ruin And this one's for the makers who have made Only to be made By the takers who delayed Later to declaim Who will be beatified? And who sees a line and files along? Who won't let tomorrow die? And who keeps the vision moving on? In this land of grand decay Oh, we resist here 13,040 days Oh, I have been here Walking sticks and screaming bricks Might leave you winded But when you vindicate the last The next is defended So reckless and directionless Just get in line and file along Resolutions live and die But every memory of mine's a song So when my mind begins to turn Turn in confusion Will I find that I have earned Your absolution? Yes, when my mind begins to turn Returns in confusion There are gifts I'm to discern Here in profusion Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song