Song Lyrics

Can you hear him whistling a little tune?
It's about him trying
To catch the moon.
He's waiting for his father,
He'll be coming
Home soon.
He's waiting for his mother,
This afternoon.

He can't here what they say.
He don't know what they want.
So
He runs away 'cause he fears the gun.
He waited in vain,
It was
Something they had done.
He don't know what it is
But he knows
He's alone.

Some put their trust in the east.
Some put their trust in the west.
Some put their trust in the bomb.
Some put their trust in the mums.

Some put their trust in a God.
Some put their money in the bank.
Some put their faith in the stars.
Some put their trust in the guitar.

Killing has no reason.
Killing has no soul.
Killing has no right.
Killing has no goal.

You might think it's easy to cross into his mind.
But his life is real now,
Like the picture in his eyes.

Some put their trust in the east.
Some put their trust in the west.
Some put their trust in the bomb.
Some put their trust in the mums.

Some put their trust in a God.
Some put their money in the bank.
Some put their faith in the stars.
Some put their trust in the guitar.

Can you hear him whistling a little tune?
It's about him trying to
Catch the moon.
He's waiting for his father,
He'll be coming home
Soon.
He's waiting for his mother,
This afternoon.

Some put their trust in the east.
Some put their trust in the west.
Some put their trust in the bomb.
Some put their trust in the mums.

Some put their trust in the politicians.
Some put their trust in the bottle.
Some put a gun to their heads.
Some put their trust in the dead.

Some put their trust in a God.
Some put their money in the bank.
Some put their faith in the stars.
Some put their trust in the guitar.

Stefan Morgan Andersson