Enregistré au Forum de Montréal le 31 Juillet 1984.<br /><br />Enjoy!!!<br /><br />Floating down through the clouds <br />Memories come rushing up to meet me now. <br />In the space between the heavens <br />and in the corner of some foreign field <br />I had a dream. <br />I had a dream. <br />Good-bye Max. <br />Good-bye Ma. <br />After the service when you're walking slowly to the car <br />And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air <br />You hear the tolling bell <br />And touch the silk in your lapel <br />And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band <br />You take her frail hand <br />And hold on to the dream. <br />A place to stay <br />"Oi! A real one ..." <br />Enough to eat <br />Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street <br />Where you can speak out loud <br />About your doubts and fears <br />And what's more no-one ever disappears <br />You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. <br />You can relax on both sides of the tracks <br />And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control <br />And everyone has recourse to the law <br />And no-one kills the children anymore. <br />And no one kills the children anymore. <br /><br />Night after night <br />Going round and round my brain <br />His dream is driving me insane. <br />In the corner of some foreign field <br />The gunner sleeps tonight. <br />What's done is done. <br />We cannot just write off his final scene. <br />Take heed of his dream. <br />Take heed.
