We cannot just write off his final scene

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The Gunners Dream

by Pink Floyd

Floating down, through the clouds

Memories come rushing up to meet me now

But in the space between the heavens

And the corner of some foreign field

I had a dream

I had a dream

Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma

After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car

And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air

You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel

And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band

You take her frail hand

And hold on to the dream

A place to stay, enough to eat

Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street

Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears

And what's more, no one ever disappears

You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door

You can relax on both sides of the tracks

And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control

And everyone has recourse to the law

And no one kills the children anymore

No one kills the children anymore

Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain

His dream is driving me insane

In the corner of some foreign field

The gunner sleeps tonight

What's done is done

We cannot just write off his final scene

Take heed of the dream

Take heed