It's a squalid little town with a tenuous beauty
The cool wet mornings are so appealing
People waking up suddenly in the night
Very disappointed
At the water's edge, fishermen smashing their boats
Taking nothing for granted
In a few hours, the heat will hang over town
As the northeast monsoon comes roaring in
Can you feel it?
I can feel it
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, whatever happened to you
Let me hear it
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, whatever happened to you
I don't really care, but I thought I'd ask in case it mattered to you
Let me hear it
They're cutting their heads off in the soccer field
Stretching their necks in the goal
Taking them out in the elephant grass
Feeding them to the hyena's
But don't you hear it?
Do you hear it?
Everybody's lips are thin
Everybody's eyes are empty
This is a letter from abroad
Life is cheaper back home
Can you hear it?
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, whatever happened to you
Let me hear it
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, whatever happened to you
Let me hear it
Afghanistan, Afghanistan, whatever happened to you
I don't really care, but I thought I'd ask in case it mattered to you
Let me hear it
You learn from novels living out their
Rainfall is followed by thunder
And you hear a man's voice soothing and calm
I understand, no problem
I understand, no problem
I understand, no problem
I understand, no problem
I understand, no problem
