He's thirty-eight years old, never kissed a girl Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all Freezing slow time, away from the world Twelve men broke loose in seventy-three From Mill Haven maximum security

Where have you gone, from me? The one that I loved endlessly. Does it have to be so cold in Ireland? Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me? Are they ready for me? Here is a story Of hope and of glory. He's eighteen years old And well I fell in