Look at the green grass All the white stone masts Your ship ain´t going nowhere baby You can´t sail away from this You can´t sail away Memorial Day
Como every April I hear the shadows call By the time May comes around I know that history only exists Because of war Memorial Day, Memorial Day
I understand the need To respect the dead Learn from them I understand there´s more to this More to this than counting baby More to this than counting
I wear my grand dad´s medals The ones he wouldn’t wear They represented destruction to him They feel like freedom When you look at them from here Memorial Day, Memorial Day, Memorial Day
I understand the need To respect the dead Learn from them I understand there´s more to this More to this than counting baby More to this than counting
Yesterday was significant If yesterday you were alive The things that were important Just remember who you are, Adjust for flight, Memorial Day, Memorial Day
Every April 25th, I put my grandfather´s medals on and walk down George Street. I don´t march in the parade, I just stand outside the crowd and observe like he did. And I remember his face, that night in the Japanese restaurant when he couldn´t eat the rice because it reminded him of 1944, when he was a young man with ambition in his eyes and summer in his step. With ambition in his eyes and summer in his step.