The Flight of the Wild Geese

Sad are the eyes

Yet no tears

The flight of the wild geese

Brings a new hope

Rescued from all this

Old friends

And those newly found

What chance to make it last

When there's danger all around

And reason just ups and disappears

Time is running out

So much to be done

Tell me what more

What more

What more can we do.

There were promises made

Plans firmly laid

Now madness prevails

And lies fill the air.

What more, Oh

What more

What more can we do.

What chance to make it last

What more

What more can we do.