I've got no cobweb on my shoe
I'm feeling so alone and blue
Must be somewhere over here, over here
I see the battle rage below
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a mellow flame beside me
Oh, glory, standing stiffly
Crimson, white, and indigo
Oh, glory, standing stiffly
Crimson, white, and indigo
I see all of Southeast Asi a
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty menopause
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
the stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory, another of defeat
A scrap of age -old lullaby
down some forgotten stream
where talk is cheap and vision true
but I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco,
Just looking up at heaven,
at this crescent in the sky
Oh, lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Oh, lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you,
I'd rather be with you, be with you
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