Memorial Day

Look at the green grass
All the white stone masts
Your ship ain´t going nowhere baby
You can´t sail away from this
You can´t sail away
Memorial Day

Como every April
I hear the shadows call
By the time May comes around
I know that history only exists
Because of war
Memorial Day, Memorial Day

I understand the need
To respect the dead
Learn from them
I understand there´s more to this
More to this than counting baby
More to this than counting

I wear my grand dad´s medals
The ones he wouldn't wear
They represented destruction to him
They feel like freedom
When you look at them from here
Memorial Day, Memorial Day, Memorial Day

I understand the need
To respect the dead
Learn from them
I understand there´s more to this
More to this than counting baby
More to this than counting

Yesterday was significant
If yesterday you were alive
The things that were important
Just remember who you are,
Adjust for flight,
Memorial Day, Memorial Day

Every April 25th, I put my grandfather´s medals on and walk
down George Street. I don´t march in the parade, I just stand
outside the crowd and observe like he did. And I remember his
face, that night in the Japanese restaurant when he couldn´t eat
the rice because it reminded him of 1944, when he was a young man
with ambition in his eyes and summer in his step.
With ambition in his eyes and summer in his step.