Soldier man he has a needle in his side
He spies the day before the fight
A weapon and a map to draw the future plans

And as the season melts with shimmers of the past
He gazes at the plain and wonders if the end
Purring down eastward has happened far before

Dancing in slow-motion at dawn
Between the pitch camps and the trucks
There are few blood stains on his toes

But since the tiredness bruised his arms
He spends minutes by the time
Counting sand grains on the shore

And I got all I need
But I can break my soul

Sergeant ocean, mister plain
Battlefield running out of rain
The army's pouring down the land of Sam

And Sam has battled all day long
In his spaces all alone
And finally he finds out something new

The shimmers, the places, the faces, the fits and the starts
Have sailed away like babblings of facts
Stains of time, stuck on the bright side

Soldier man, he has an inner mental flow
On and on he rubs him out
For the sake of a foreign smile