Elvis Costello — You Hung the Moon

[Verse 1] The homecoming fanfare is echoing still Now tapping on tables And sensing a chill Poor families expecting loved one's return Only summon some charlatan spectre Oh, when will they learn? [Chorus] You hung the moon From a gallows in the sky Choked out the light From his blue lunar eye The shore is a parchment The sea has no tide Since he was taken from my side [Verse 2] The lines of the fallen are viewed through a glass But you cannot touch them at all Or hear their footfall just as they go past The drunken ground is where they are bound [Chorus] [Verse 3] So slap out his terrors And sneer at his tears We deal with deserters like this From the breech to the barrel, the bead we will level Break earth with a shovel, quick march on the double Lowe [Chorus] [Outro] The homecoming fanfare is echoing still