Stefan Andersson

Can you hear him whistling, a little tune
It's about him trying to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon
You can't hear what they say
Don't know what they want
So he runs away
Cause he fears the gun
He waited in vain, it was something they'd done
He don't know what it is, but he knows he's alone
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in their bond
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money in the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put the trust in the guitar
Killing has no reason, killing has no soul
Killing has no right, killing has no goal
You might think it's easy, to cross into his mind
But his life is real now, like the picture in his eyes
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bond
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money in the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put the trust in the guitar
Can you hear him whistling, a little tune
It's about him trying, to catch the moon
He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon
He's waiting for his mother this afternoon
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in the bond
Some put their trust in their mums
Some put their trust in politicians
Some put their trust in a bond
Some put their gun to their heads
Some put their trust in their dad
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money in the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put the trust in the guitar
Some put their trust in the east
Some put their trust in the west
Some put their trust in a bond
Some put their trust in their mum
Some put their trust into God
Some put their money in the bank
Some put their faith in the stars
Some put the trust in the guitar
Can you hear him whistling, a little tune
It's about him trying, to catch the moon