Soft Touch

There's a brown shirt swapped for a thin blue tie



There's a black truth swapped for a thin blue lie



There's a slim man sporting a clean cut dream



There's a slim man courting a wide extreme



There's a fly-blown flag in a dry-bone town



There will be no ships because they've all gone down



There's a man with a medal but he'll never sleep



There are guns in his head, they say the war was cheap



There are heaped up dreams on the mounds of slag



There are moped up tears as the hours drag



There's a suitcase gone and there's an empty drawer



There's a broken cup lying on the floor



There are questions asked in the house tonight



There's a wife been involved in a pillow fight



There's a husband there who she hardly knows



There's a patched up dream for a winter rose



There's a soft touch finally come to blows