Distant Early Fires

I’m here to make it up to you for the things I did not do.
Into the mire I’ve lead all the countries in your head
Take us home now, don’t let us down
Distant fires are calling us.
High above the moving ground
I shall wait for you, till the early days of june.
Take us home now, don’t wake us up.
Wave us good-bye, don’t make us laugh.
Take us home now, take us home now, don’t slow down.