Last Post On the Bugle

If I have to go I will be thinking of your love Oh, somehow you'll know You'll know Thinking of your love Slyly they whispered away As I played the last post on the bugle I heard them say "Oh, that boy's no different today Except in every single way." If I have to go I will be thinking of your love Oh, somehow you'll know You'll just know Thinking of your love Oh, I was carried away Caught up in an affray And as they led him away, he sang, "We'll meet again some day; Oh my boy, there's a price to pay." If I have to go I will be thinking of your love Oh, somehow you'll know I don't know how, but you'll know Thinking of your love La la-la, la-la la-la... Inside I felt so, so alone Locked in a room Waiting 'til kingdom come Although I felt elated I felt like I was scum I was carried away Caught up in an affray As they led him away, he sang, "We'll meet again some day; Oh my boy, there's a price to pay." Feel like I have never been away Though it's been longer than I could possibly say I've been wandering the market Carrying a sign, saying the end of The world is nigh I'm glad to see we're still tight The bonds that tie a man are tight Yet we do what we do With ritual habituality All through the night