White Russians

Nobody understands our road to despair
Nobody knows what doubts still haunt us
Caught in the crossfire of some worldy affair
Only the pale moonlight to guide us

Who'd ever dream that there was power in these hands?
Who'd ever know that we could fall?
Counting our wealth by all the things we once had
Blinded with pride our past is all

White russians
Playing chess with your black heart
White russians
Facing death to save their past

Who really knows what future waits to be found?
Who really knows this world at all?
Riding the last train out of far away towns
Who needs a cause worth fighting for?