Back when I met you After the year of grave reflection In our country growing weaker By the second How could we fit into the wreckage? Where will we go? We can't return To our lives And ten years later I stand beside you at the funeral And I am thankful just to know you Like I know you And ought know what's gonna happen When all the old folks start to cry Where is my lover? And all the young folks hold their breaths What will stand for? I'm just trying Not to close My eyes