The little creatures run in from the cold
back to the nest just like the days of old
there in the safety of a mother's arms
the warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
Ears ringin' from the battle fire
the tired warrior aims a little higher
the black falcon or the little sparrow
the healing light or the flash of the barrel.
No one wins
it's a war of man,
no one wins
it's a war of man.
Silver mane flyin' in the wind
down through the planets on the run again
no one knows where they're runnin' to
but every kind is comin' two by two.
Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound
the daddy's runnin' on the frozen ground
can't smell the poison as it follows him
can't see the gas and machines, it's a war of man.
No one wins
it's a war of man,
no one wins
it's a war of man.
The windows open and the little girl dreams
the sky's her playground as she mounts her steed
across the heavens to the other side
on wings of magic does the little girl ride.
The baby creatures run in from the cold
back to the nest just like the days of old
there in the safety of a mother's arms
the warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
No one wins
it's a war of man,
no one wins
it's a war of man,
no one wins.