Faded Blue - D.A. Wallach

So here we are back to Monday

And the King’s been overthrown

You weren’t alone

You’re pulling up off the runway

Find the time to get back home

To something known

But still you find some peace of mind in the simpler things

You count the stars and the passing cars

As the wind hits the wings

Faded blue (blue)

Faded blue (blue)

Faded blue (blue)

Blue, yeah

You never cared much for Sundays

When you pray to silent ghosts

To leave your post

Your officers line the runway

A thousand miles beyond the coast

The crisp, white coasts

But still you find some peace of mind in the simpler things

You count the stars and the bright red bars

As the waves down there sing

From the sea

Oh no, no, no, no, no

Don’t you be torn within

You were born to win

You must believe

The future’s warm again

The tide is coming in