Your swords grown old and rusty

Underneath the rising sun

Its locked up like a trophy

Foretting all the things its done

All though its been a long time

You're right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

Now you're giving up the gun

When I was 17

I had wrists like steel

And I felt complete

And now my body fades

Behind my brass charade (?)

And I'm obsolete

But if the change remains

To see those better days

I go to canons now (?)

My ears are blown to bits

From all the rivalries

Still I crave that sound

Your swords grown old and rusty

Underneath the rising sun

Its locked up like a trophy

Foretting all the things its done

And though its been a long time

You're right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

Now you're giving up the gun

I heard you play guitar

Down at a city bar

With (?)

You talk (?)

In a garbage style (?)

Used to save the night

You felt the coming wave

dont (?) be brave

You said you wouldn't flinch

But in the years that passed

Since I saw you last

You haven't moved an inch

Your swords grown old and rusty

Underneath the rising sun

Its locked up like a trophy

Foretting all the things its done

And though its been a long time

You're right back where you started from

I see it in your eyes

Now you're giving up the gun

I see you shining your way

Go on go on go on