text: Remember the morning we dug up your gun
  The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun
  Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin
  The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in
  The rush of your lips, the feel of your name
  The beat in your heart, the devils arcade
  You said, Heroes are needed, so heroes get made
  Somebody made a bet, somebody paid
  The cool desert morning and nothing to save
  Just metal and plastic where your body caved
  The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray
  In the ward with the blue walls, a sea with no name
  Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devils arcade
  You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James
  And wake with a thick desert dust on your skin
  Voice says, Dont worry, Im here
  Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear
  House on a quiet street, a home for the brave
  A glorious kingdom with the sun on your face
  Rising from a long night as dark as the grave
  On a thin chain of next moments and something like faith
  On a morning to order, a breakfast to make
  A bed draped in sunshine, a body that waits
  For the touch of your fingers, the end of the day
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The beat of your heart
  The slow burning away
  Of the bitter fires of the devils arcade