Green is what I see when I close my eyes drifting out of here Colour of the forests and the uniforms and the bottles of beer Flying in low above the cedar trees through the soaking air Our voices raised high above the rotor blades and the beating of fear So long ago Green is what I was the last time I saw my family I was hungry then for anything and everything The world could throw at me Then we were sweeping over lands that I never knew were there With half a pound of dope and cigarettes For the soldiers on either side of the burning bridge They shipped us out but I never went home Driving timber on these mountain roads You skip a beat and seven years goes by Tonight again I'll dream I'm walking across the room in the moonlight I'll throw the windows open wide Smell the falling dew outside I'll climb out onto the roof Close my eyes And I'll begin to fly