Billy was a car crash - all he ever knew was pain

Lived a milli-milli-milli-second; never born again

Though no one saw him coming, plenty witnessed his remains -

Laid a wreath yet they never knew him... Me? I'm just the rain

Laid poor Billy to eternal rest, eternal rust

I soaked the dust that covers him, I wait for all the others

They all have names...

Red Harry was a bright young spark that flew and burned old London Town

In '66. He flew to bits. He tore it down (bubonic bliss!)

And me? I'm just the kiss our maker blew to put him out

To eternal rest. Eternal rust. To dust, to ash. I cover up

And wait for all the others. We all have names...

Georgie was cut on Hitler's knee. He ran for weeks, turned shades of green...

They kidnapped me and made him clean... On Winter nights, I still hear him scream

I cover up. I wait for all the others

Jane? Her mother was a hurricane who swept the plains and sneezed away

A continent with me (the sea). The team that made a myth by hiding it

Became a hit on Broadway but it wasn't quite the same - they all FORGOT our names

We ALL have names