When all the castles turn to sand
when there's no one left in command
when drugs are no longer in demand
and the captain's free to lend a hand
the ivory will return to tusk
and the lost children will be home by dusk
the world will be a sweeter place
and we won't be arguing about who owns
the rights to outer space
god will come home to rest
she'll know that it's for the best
sweet hearts in cinnamon city
sweet hearts in phrase
and treaties pretty
sweet hearts in love and laughter
gonna live in love here after
gonna live in love
gonna live

the apache kid