Lyrics:

I met a boy (from Israel
(in the western end(
His country was inflamed(
he needed to draw the line
(Either go to war(or never see his home
(he needed to draw the line
(In the space of seven days
I don't know (Black mountain
(why you're where you are
(I hear the wooden pipe (fade into the night(
A pond full of tears(dries in the evening sun
('All alone', he said
('Luck of where you're from',
('Luck of the draw', he smiled(
he needed to draw the line
(his words cut me like a knife(
one step behind the door
(one step behind the door...
I met a boy(from Israel
(in the western end(
His country was inflamed
(he needed to draw the line
(Either go to war(
or never see his home
(he needed to draw the line(
In the space of seven days
('Luck of the draw', he said(
one step behind the door
(one step behind the door...