Sleep of The Just

Sleep Of The Just
 The soldier asked my name and did I come here very often
 Well I thought that he was asking me to dance
 In my holy coat and hat and him in his red bonnet
 We'd have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance
 And now you say that you've got to go
 Well if you must you must
 I suppose that you need the sleep of the just
 Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road
 And I kept my strong opinions to my chest
 I suppose I should have told them that I was on fire for you
 When the bus burst into flames outside some place, 'The Poet's Rest'
 A girl woke up in a naked light and said Oh no not again
 He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions him
 He'll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girl
 Saying, 'You're some mother's daughter you know or is it
 immaterial girl?'
 Now she's pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town
 All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions
 And as they speculate what she'd look like beneath that thin nightgown
 His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down