G C Can you hear him whistling a little tune? G D G It's about him trying to catch the moon. C He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon. G D G He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon. G He can't here what they say. C He don't know what they want. G D G So he runs away 'cause he fears the gun. C He waited in vain, it was something they had done. G D G He don't know what it is but he knows he's alone. Em Some put their trust in the east. D/H Some put their trust in the west. Am Some put their trust in the bomb. G Some put their trust in the mums. Em Some put their trust in a God. D/H Some put their money in the bank. Am Some put their faith in the stars. G Some put their trust in the guitar. G C Killing has no reason. Killing has no soul. G D G Killing has no right. Killing has no goal. You might think it's easy to cross into his mind. But his life is real now, like the picture in his eyes. Em Some put their trust in the east. D/H Some put their trust in the west. Am Some put their trust in the bomb. G Some put their trust in the mums. Em Some put their trust in a God. D/H Some put their money in the bank. Am Some put their faith in the stars. G Some put their trust in the guitar. G C Can you hear him whistling a little tune? G D G It's about him trying to catch the moon. C He's waiting for his father, he'll be coming home soon. G D G He's waiting for his mother, this afternoon. Em Some put their trust in the east. D/H Some put their trust in the west. Am Some put their trust in the bomb. G Some put their trust in the mums. Em Some put their trust in the politicians. D/H Some put their trust in the bond. Am Some put a gun to their heads. G Some put their trust in their dad. Em Some put their trust in a God. D/H Some put their money in the bank. Am Some put their faith in the stars. G Some put their trust in the guitar. Can you hear him whistling, a little tune It?s about him trying, to catch the moon