Man of the war (Thomson)
Sitting alone in his room the old man sights, looks into the fire,
He sees people he once knew, broken memories, shattered wine glass on the floor,
He remembered the soldiers in green,
The pretty girls at the station as their lovers waved goodbye,
Wished he could forget the pain, will that remain tomorrow 'coz the friendly faces died.

Light from the fire growing dim, the scene is changed now, the battles in view
He counts the bodies of his mates in the blood sodden ground, sees his best friend lying there,
He remembers an hour ago,
A smiling young face and a pat on the back as they went their separate ways
Wished he could forget the pain, even that replaces his anger as the scene began to change.

And now the time has past I am changed, there's nothing left that isn't rearranged,
Look at this face and you will see, a man that thinks a lot about eternity,
I can see that I'm the wrong way up a one way street.

Man of the war it's no use to look back
Nothing You Can Do Can Ever Change the Facts

Sitting alone in his room, the old man sighs, looks into the fire
He sees the people he once knew; broken hearted his grief is such for long lost friends
And if this is the future of men, we'd better start thinking before we start a way again
Because the old man missed his way and now He's just a memory, another name, another grave.

Man of the war, it's no use to look back, nothing you can do can ever change the facts