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Can you hear him whistling a little tune
It's about him trying to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother this afternoon

He can't hear what they say, he don't know what they want
so he runs away 'cause he fears the gun
He waited in vain it was something they've done
He don't know what it is but he knows he's alone

Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar

Killing has no reason, killing has no soul
Killing has no right, killing has no goal
Now you might think it's easy, to cross into his mind
But his life is real now like a picture in his eyes

Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar

Can you hear him whistling a little tune
It's about him trying to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother this afternoon

Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in politicians, some put their trust in the bottle

Some put a gun to their heads, some put their trust in the dead
Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar

Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank
Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar

Can you hear him whistling a little tune
It's about him trying to catch the moon
Can you hear him whistling a little tune    It's about him trying to catch the moon    He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon    He's waiting for his mother this afternoon      He can't hear what they say, he don't know what they want   so he runs away 'cause he fears the gun    He waited in vain it was something they've done    He don't know what it is but he knows he's alone       Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west    Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums    Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank    Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar       Killing has no reason, killing has no soul    Killing has no right, killing has no goal    Now you might think it's easy, to cross into his mind    But his life is real now like a picture in his eyes      Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west    Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums    Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank    Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar       Can you hear him whistling a little tune    It's about him trying to catch the moon    He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon    He's waiting for his mother this afternoon      Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west    Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums    Some put their trust in politicians, some put their trust in the bottle       Some put a gun to their heads, some put their trust in the dead    Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank    Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar       Some put their trust in the east, some put their trust in the west    Some put their trust in the bomb, some put their trust in their mums    Some put their trust in a God, some put their money in a bank    Some put their faith in the stars, some put their trust in the guitar       Can you hear him whistling a little tune   It's about him trying to catch the moon
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