Oh, it’s a cold   Cold stone wall   One hand   One face against the wall   I watch the people and they’re    Each weighing their private losses   And the cold sweet morning air   Surrounds a crop of blank white crosses      I’m reading    I’m not believing   They’re all just names on a wall   They were once living hey were   Once breathing now   They’re all just names   Names on a wall      Oh, I press my ear against the wall   I hear a helicopter, a bomb explode   I hear the echoes of a thousand souls   And then one young face   He says to me   Please remember me   I want to set him free   But all I see are   Blank white crosses stretched out to infinity      Chorus      Hey Johnny   Can you hear your momma call?   Hey Johnny   She leaves the light on in the hal      Chorus