nnDownwind there is a comin', nA rumble in the sand, nSets our feet to running, nFor the fear of the faceless man nFor the fear of the faceless man. nBut if I had an arsenal nAnd if I was ten feet tall, nThen I would put an end to it all. nnAnd if I had wheat to burn, nAnd if I had a lot to learn, nIt still would not matter what color you were. nnAnd if I had but one wish on which to stand, nI'd wish the weapons all turn to sand. nAnd I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands fall down to their sides. nnDownwind they come up lonely, nAll hungry for the kill. nThe horses do the pounding nBut it's a blood that's going to spill. nIt's a dark blood that's going to spill. nnBut if I had an arsenal nAnd if I was ten feet tall, nThen it wouldn't matter what color you were. nAnd if I had but one wish on which to stand, nI'd see the weapons all turn to sand nAnd I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands fall down to their sides. nnIf I had but one wish on which to stand, nI'd see the weapons all leave Sudan nAnd I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands down by the riverside. nnGhost town in my homeland, nI will come back again, nIf you make a ghost out of me, nI will still be free. nGhost town in my homeland, nI will come back again, nIf you make a ghost out of me, nI will still be free. nnIf I had but one wish on which to stand, nI'd see the weapons all leave this land. nAnd I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands fall down to their sides. nnIf I had but one wish on which to stand, nI'd see the weapons all leave Sudan nAnd I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands down by the riverside.