Written by Rick Ryan, Graham Nash & Joe Vitale



Behind a nation's blind salute

Behind "my country 'tis of thee"

Behind the pain that won't compute

Erase the memory of Shadowland.



An open wound that never heals

A bone that never seems to set

A mind that thinks but never feels

The face we've never met from Shadowland.



They tell us time and time again

They only want a few good men

They lead us through the lion's den

To Shadowland.



The world would just as soon forget

And watch the wreckage drift ashore

Ten years reduced to one regret

The baggage of war from Shadowland.



Don't ask us how our names were lost

Our nation did a sleight of hand

We never saw the line we crossed

That took us into Shadowland.



They tell us time and time again

They only want a few good men

They lead us through the lion's den

To Shadowland.



The son will reap what fathers sow

But mothers have to hear the sound

Of the last breath of the boy next door

Whose life has ended



Shadowland, Shadowland, Shadowland.