(Anderson/Meyer)

Met a man from Ireland

Drinking in a bar

Although his voice was soft and warm

His eyes were cold and hard

He spoke of Irish children

Knowing only war

I wish I could've known him better

I might've understood it all



(And) I wish there was something I could say

Something to ease the pain away



I hear the voice of Poland

It's calling out to me

Sighing, crying

Dying to be free

Their streets are full of armour

Their eyes are full of tears

Must they live this life of sadness

For years and years and years



(And) I wish there was something I could say

Something to ease the pain away



I wish I was a hero

Fighting for the rights of man

Wish I was a tribesman

In the hills of Afghanistan

I wish I was a soldier

Fighting for the peace

Fighting down in El Salvador

Fighting insanity, inhumanity



I wish there was something I could say

Something to ease the pain away