First you shake it then you tear it apart Feed it fearful of hope and despair Then you starve it and you leave it alone Till all your impressions are sketched out in stone It's not too late for the battle-scarred Stranger homes for a stranger's heart And it may be that love sometimes occurs Without pain or misery If a bird with a broken neck can fly away Then it's not too late for the battle-scarred Here's your parade and your tinfoil stars It's not too late for the battle-scarred Stranger homes for a stranger's heart It's not too late for the battle-scarred Here's your parade