You take the hit and let the others live
And accidental hero but what a thing to give
And now we are both passengers
Travelling the two of us
Tranquil in your silence
You seem
So calm
On this still afternoon
You're still warm
But like a thunderstorm
You'll be getting cold soon
No memorial or tickertape parade
No more giving thanks for sacrifices made
But still we are both passengers
Letting go the two of us
But different destinations do await
You're so calm
On this still afternoon
You're still warm
But like a thunderstorm
You'll be getting cold soon