From the recording Pass It On Down

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Written by Brent Hoad, Stephen Phillips, Ian Byrne, Norman Dahlor / Lyrics by Brent Hoad © Elders Pub Music 2002

Lyrics

A thousand miles of ocean between us now my friend
If anyone could build a bridge they'd never reach the end
A hundred thousand sails couldn't get you in time
Those deep and icy waters would not ease your bitter mind

It's a sorry bit of history I'll try to soldier on
We met up with some prisoners their rum was halfway gone
We traded lies and tales of home and letters from both sides
I hope you change the world someday and think of me sometime

A message from the battle zone it just might be the last
In case the big one hits us I'll tell my story fast
Just do the job you have to do before they call you home
And pay up with your flesh 'n blood and bone

We like our heroes simple we like our leaders dumb
So every man can understand how dirty deals are done
They choke on lies that linger and curl around their thumb
‘Til the hooks are sinkin' in while they quickly bite their tongue

A message from the battle zone it just might be the last
In case the big one hits us I'll tell my story fast
Just do the job you have to do before they call you home
And pay up with your flesh 'n blood and bone

I dreamed I saw the ocean spread out from sky to sky
And seven ships they came for us and hung us out to dry
They gave us each a medal and told us we were tough
But the ones who really saw it all don't talk about it much

A message from the battle zone it just might be the last
In case the big one hits us I'll tell my story fast
Just do the job you have to do before they call you home
And pay up with your flesh 'n blood and bone