When the Brass is Flying- Lyrics by Tom Taylor

Let me tell you how clear the memories
What it’s like, when it’s going down
Ain’t no colors flying, no heroes standing
Every mother’s son, hugs the ground

(2X) And the ones that have been there no what it’s like when the brass is flying

When the silence returns the sound is deafening
No one wants to move, be a silhouette rising
You can feel the fear, see the smoke a drifting
You can count the cost, of the generals hiding

(2X) And the ones that have been there no what it’s like when the brass is flying

When the wars are over, how short our memories
Of the human cost, and the burdens carried
By our sons and daughters that we raised like flowers
Only to be sacrificed to political powers

(3X) And the ones that have been there no what it’s like when the brass is flying