And I thought to close my mouth With a padlock on the night Leave the battlefield behind Stay out the fight- not lose my sight. Now I only want to be With no pistol at my brain But at times it gets so lonely Could go insane- could lose my aim. Now I only want to live With no teardrops in my eyes But at times it feels like no chance No clear blue skies- grey cloudy lies. No clear blue skies- grey cloudy lies.