I took the early train, the Brussels ICE

Two Rojava Punks sat across from me

One had flaming eyes of a new recruit

Returned my wary gaze with a smile and a fake salute

And then we drifted off

They had something that I recognized and that made me scared (hey)

They had something that I recognized and that made me scared

They said nothin' but I read their eyes and

I had a dream about a bomb at night in Maine

Élan vital

I must have slept too long

And I missed my stop

And these Rojava Punks suggested we all get off at once

They took me in on trust

They let me crash their house

'Cause they see no distinction between a civilian and them

And then I feel it

There's no chance for a change in the weather

In the time it takes to make a fist

Keep it up 'til the world gets better

But we hope we're never careless or arrogant, no!

Rajava punks on a training run

Rajava punks, empty stadium

Rajava punks, yellow, red, and green

I woke up to see two empty seats across from me

But I feel it

There's no chance for a change in the weather

In the time it takes to rule

Without you