you're voice is whiny but your heart is good

the boys at home are content to rattle
and the pretty landscapes just keep on rolling by
while the director-types do their director thing
unaware of the staring eyes,
staring up at the stars praying, "let me in."

but it's a prayer that keeps on waiting,
and they can wait for their lives to pass and things
will just go on and on and on and people will love
but their ears will ring
with the silence the stars made from above.

the soldiers are coming home happy
and the cars are rattling by with a final note
so they make the best of their lives
'cause the future holds hope,
yeah, night is alive and the future holds hope.