Names on a Wall - Ben Green

Oh, it’s a cold, cold stone wall, one hand

One face against the wall

I watch the people and they’re

Each weighing their private losses

And the cold sweet morning air

Surrounds a crop of blank white crosses

I’m reading, I’m not believing

They’re all just names on a wall

They were once living hey were

Once breathing now

They’re all just names

Names on a wall

Oh, I press my ear against the wall

I hear a helicopter, a bomb explode

I hear the echoes of a thousand souls

And then one young face

He says to me, please remember me

I want to set him free but all I see are

Blank white crosses stretched out to infinity

Hey Johnny

Can you hear your momma call?

Hey Johnny

She leaves the light on in the hall

Hey Johnny

Can you hear your momma call?

Hey Johnny

She leaves the light on in the hall