Do you remember when we were soldiers in the clover war
I don't know what we were fighting for
Except for our own sanity
We used to lace our boots up real tight
And go to sleep every night
Scared of the morning light
Well I'm fresh out of luck
Four leaves just ain't enough these days
Do you remember those full moon fights
We were carried by the wind
Up and blown into the hillside
And in that stillness then it's all forgiven
It's all for livin
One day gone at a time
Well I'm fresh out of roses
Holding a compass pointing somewhere north
Settling in just keep an open mind
A radio transmission a broken telephone line
Somewhere a storm rages and it cut us loose
Picking up notes from the old wren
Here 'em croon again and again
In the night on the wind
They don't stop for breath
No they don't stop for breath
Stop for breath
Just stop for breath