I was travelin' in a caravan   Out across the desert sand   Fourth battalion of the infantry   Headin' in towards the enemy   Or at least that's what they're tellin' me      Wind blowin' across a cross-eyed sun   Shapes movin' on the hills   I picture you by a swimmin' pool   Tell me baby, am I still your man   Fightin' here in this foreign land?   Foreign land      I heard nothin' but the sound of death   I was pushed through the ground   I woke up on a forest floor   Lookin' up through a group of men   Lookin' up at where the sun had been   Sun had been      Lookin' up at where the sun had been   Lookin' up at where the sun had been   Lookin' up at where the sun had been   Lookin' up at where the sun had been