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