it's getting late
the time has come
put out the lamp and use the light of the moon
because it will soon be dawn
traveling under the cold moon whenever you want
we'll leave the sun
will be climbing the hills
soon the night granting us reprieve all is shining across the sky
the city lights are on and we have taken all we need
and when they come tomorrow we'll be gone
i can't take no more
my eyes are blind
a few more miles left to go
and we will have crossed the lines
chasing us down with the search dogs
the men with guns behind trucks of soldiers upon the road
they have killed a few friends of mine
panzer tanks and men in ranks
it looks like they have come to stay
the secret police are breaking in my door and i've got to get away
because i fear what they'll do if they catch me
there is a storm front moving in
but by the time i get to switzerland i won't see this pain
again and again and again
smoke in the sky
it covers up the light
black shirts with red armbands
they're out looking for a fight
hiking on through the mountains with everything that we own
far beyond the searchlights
maybe we won't stand alone
because i have heard so many lies that i won't hear one more
as i leave my home for freedom
in the summer on 1944
it's a blackout.