In Times Square I'll see your face
Through the crowd and all the rushed embrace
You'll say "I heard you lost an eye"
Then we'll watch all the shell-shocked sailors cry
It's spring
What a load it brings
In the air hoping systems work
A flaming plane that crashed then turned to dirt
I awoke to find my fur had froze
The 109's had done as they were told
It's spring
What a load it brings
When I feel pain
Mustangs strafed our train
Through the bars we heard the end was near
Juxtapose the guard's hate with new fear
We were marched through bombed-out gutted towns
I'd seen before with my .50's pointed down
It's spring
What a load it brings
