Lyrics:
Sad are the eyesYet no tearsThe flight of the wild geeseBrings a new hopeRescued from all thisOld friendsAnd those newly foundWhat chance to make it lastWhen there's danger all aroundAnd reason just ups and disappearsTime is running outSo much to be doneTell me what moreWhat moreWhat more can we do.There were promises madePlans firmly laidNow madness prevailsAnd lies fill the air.What more, OhWhat moreWhat more can we do.What chance to make it lastWhat moreWhat more can we do.