It was many many years ago Made them love me You don't want to know... Standing in a row, virgins knee deep in snow And to let them be I would always Strike at their hearts, let their lives fall apart And their needs for a dream would return them Home All things must end I read it in the stars Left them as spent hours pickled onions in their jars In their letters home they would love to go But they'll never find peace of mind Nor me in New York "Did I die in the war?" But before I left shore I sure Bela Kissed them Home "Overexposure" Down at the crossroads Question is posed "Were you hiding in the Brave Foreign Legion In the crowd at the station?" I'll be here where you need me to be you'll find me Home