A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
Were smoking out along the open road
The night was very dark and thick between them
Each man beneath his ordinary load

"I´d like to tell my story"
Said one of them so young and bold
"I´d like to tell my story
Before I turn into gold"

But no one really could hear him
The night so dark and thick and green
Well, I guess that these heroes must always live there
Where you and I have only been

Put out your cigarette, my love
You´ve been alone too long
And some of us are, are very hungry now
To hear what it is you´ve done that was so wrong

I sing this for the crickets
I sing this for the army
I sing this for your children
And for all who do not need me

"And I´d like to tell my story"
Said one of them so bold
"Oh yes, I´d like to tell my story
´Cause you know I feel, I´m turning into gold"