Words and Music by Linda de Bruijn and Robert
Vocals, guitar, clarinet, piano: Robert Severin
Piano: Rick Flahant
Cello: Alice Allen
Mixed and Mastered by Andrea Gobbi at GloWorm Recording and Carrier Waves Studios, Glasgow, UK.
Lyrics
Elena, sixty-three today
Carries her world in a plastic bag
Hurries to the bus
A one-way ticket is all she has
Her son stays behind
To defend their ravaged home
The ride is short but hard
Into the lone unknown
Haunted houses, sleeping men
Burning cars, a holed white flag
All her memories of a life now gone
Packed tightly in her bag
Elena wants someone to explain
Who thought that war’s a winning game?
Elena, sixty-three years old
Same heavy bag, ticket and tags
As the woman next to her
Shivers in her rags
Both exhausted and weary with fear
Both survived the day
Leaving everything behind
But what they can't unsee
Haunted houses, sleeping men
Burning cars, a holed white flag
All her memories of a life now gone
Packed tightly in her bag
Elena wants someone to explain
Who thought that war’s a winning game?
She wipes away her tears
But the images remain
Elena wants someone to explain
Who thought that war’s a winning game?