Lyric Tin Drum

there s an old man talkin
to a young boy weepin
to an old man shaking his head
there s a cool gentle breeze
in the night full of light
as the red glow wavers in the stead
there s a black man crying
and a white man dyin
and a black man s head in the air
the shock of life
feeds the fight
the fight that s in my head
holding tight in the stillness of the night
in the stillness of my thoughts
yet, I know I ve only started

beating on a tin drum marching to a sound
what is it I think?
am I beating on a tin drum marching to a cause
when I don t know what it is I believe

lonely peeping chick
calling to his mother
runs amuck
in a sunken black ditch
and wilham s with the widow
while martha s in the meadow
and the lamb is a layin in sick
and the boy in back
is talking some slack
to the king of auld lang syne
and my heart goes out
but I cannot spout what I do not know inside
holding tight in the stillness of my mind
in the stillness of my thought
yet, I know I ve only started