On the long road to Callao

And the way home is fraught with fear

Within the darkness, there is a kindness

Into this kindness I'll disappear

All the wild flowers in the night hours

Turn their faces to the moon

Said the old man to the orphan

I'll be going home soon

Said the old man to the orphan . .

So come and sit beside me on the water

Before the morning fades from my memory

We are evermore becoming the only ones wе ever are to bе

We are evermore becoming the only ones we ever are to be

There are stories of shameful glory

I never hurried to hurt anyone

I was a young kid--can't believe what I did

When they handed me a helmet and a gun

Then there's our old Jeep--boy you were so sweet

You were steering, sittin’ on my lap

Then I let go, you flying solo

Son do you remember that?

When I let go, you flying solo

So come and sit beside me on the water

Before the morning fades from my memory

We are evermore becoming the only ones we ever are to be

We are evermore becoming the only ones we ever are to be

I’m on the long road to Callao

And the way home is fraught with fear

Within the darkness, there is a kindness

Into your kindness I'll disappear

Within the darkness, there is a kindness . .