Pink Floyd The Gunners Dream

The Gunner s Dream (Waters) Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Goodbye Max. Goodbye Ma. After the service when you re walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay Oi A real one Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what s more noone ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don t blow holes in bandsmen by remote