Patti Smith

The fans were whirlin
Like the blades of a copter
Liftin into the skies above some foreign land
Soaked with the bodies of so many friends.
Johnny waved
He was on his way home
He waved goodbye to his comrades in arms,
And all the twisted things hed seen.
He waved goodbye
And the blades hit
Something
Maybe just fate, but the blades hit
The copter went up in flames
And johnny never went marchin home
Johnny never went marchin home
They took his name
And they carved it on a slab of marble
With several thousand other names
All the fallen idols
The apples of their mothers eye
Just another name
Meanwhile
Back on that burning shore
Johnnys comrades stood speechless
They looked with uh-uh-uh-uh disbelieving eyes
As those bits of metal and the embers
The embers of his eyes
Fanned out into the air
Black dust
Flames
Oh johnny! some day theyll make a movie about you
And in the making of that movie
Some mad apocalypse
It will become even stranger than the simple act
Just a boy going up up up
Just a boy going up
In flames in the smoke
Just another life
Just another breath
And wholl remember
Oh eternity now
As eternal as a sheet of marble
Eternal as a slab on a green hill
And your name
And all your fallen brothers
And all the ones not cut
All the ones remembered only in the hearts
A mother a father a brother a sister a lover a son a daughter