Wondering Who will be next Who will be first Sadly listening To the tuneless cry of the wind There's no one to save The day Take your time Little by Little I Glide down The stream of your silver screen dream There's no one to save The day No one to save The day Your army looks torn And red Your soldiers look torn And red There's no one to save The day There's no one to save The day Your soldier look torn And red Your army looks torn And red