Pendragon - Elephants Never Grow Old lyrics

The hand that held the gun
That made the final choice
Rolls the fine white ivory
That settles in the dust
The gentle giant grey shadow moves
On the chequers board of life
And falling in slow motion
To a graveyard in a black square

Whose father was somebody's saturday
Afternoon idea of fun to go mad with a gun
Walking in tall grass
Like walking on broken glass running so free
Like a young boy with the wind in his hair
They should all be there
If only somebody cared