'Across the city steam and light
Off a runway to the manufactured night-
In storybooks you'll never find
In paper armor that you'd mind
They'll hold the match to you this time-
And watch the smoke rings fit the crime
In moments you cannot reprise
Like a soldier or a watch that you can't wind
We fought the world with hands twice-tied
The people cheered, the captain cried
I'll keep the souvenir inside
It's just better in my mind'
- How's It Going To Be
