Dandelions In Bullet Holes

Kaleidoscope, wheel of hope
A place to start out from
Although it started long ago
The world’s work has begun
A hula hoop, a human chain
To warm our hands and find our way
When all the lights go out
A raincoat and a French beret
The rolling hills of past mistakes
Lie quiet under cloud
And I we’ll all look to the churning sea
This call to arms means wrap them
Around the first person you see
Dandelions in bullet holes
We stand in our civilian clothes
On blankets laid out on a lawn
Clouds of rain will all move on
And when the mist clears, we will see
Both of our names on a marquee
Across the ocean the same day
And then washed ashore a block away
The windwill is waiting for the same thing
As the slackened sail
As the core within, something like the wind
Is blowing at the veil
And now we’ll all go on this inner sight
This call to arms means hold to it
And hold tight
Dandelions in bullet holes
We stand in our civilian clothes
On blankets laid out on a lawn
Clouds of rain will all move on
And when the mist clears we will see
Both of our names on a marquee
Across the ocean the same day
And then washed ashore a block away
Ah come on, these streams of light
Are not so subtle
All along the distance
Signs of life in sinking puddles
Dandelions in bullet holes
We stand in our civilian clothes
On blankets laid out on a lawn
And these clouds of rain move on
And when the mist clears we will see
All of our names on a marquee
Across the ocean the same day
And then washed ashore a block away