Russell G. Robison

VICTORY

Checking all the weapons
So that they’re in perfect form
Knowing that the setting sun
Foretells the coming storm

Trying not to think about
The mission drawing near
When we clear the harbor mouth
You pray the river’s clear

The moon will be out big tonight
There’ll be no place to hide
We’ll be a sitting duck and
That can eat you up inside

So up and down the river
With the diesels just below
Staring at the shadows hoping
You know who won’t show

The river is an eerie place
So calm and yet so cruel
And when she’s took for granted
Rest assured you play the fool

Its midnight and you’ve got the watch
But dark is all you see
You’ll settle for one peaceful night
And call it victory