Finest Hour

No more war, no more pain 
Everybody stays the same 
He knows that nothing will ever change, not again 
Our finest hour is at hand 

Like the smile on her face, like the runner in the race 
Like the grinning Mars in outer space, it stays in place... 

Born a decade too early and 15 minutes too late 
And a flash of light can seal your fate on any date 
Our finest hour will have to wait...