It's not the same, as it was, the last time I was here, there were hedges
And cars
There were people in their homes saying prayers
And through the fog, late at night, we would walk and we'd sing and give
The kids a real fright And go back home really late and steal some gin
We're second rate, our odds aren't great, with no fortunes and no shares
And no ring to our names
But our words have been sharpened and we're out for blood
And our hearts have been misplaced in a secret location
And we'll leave them there for a while as we try to save this sweet, loving
Nation
Softly tear it's heart, softly tear it's heart, softly tear it's heart