My eyes over European skies
Are casting away.
I won’t be back this side of the pond
Until I change my mind again.
Which is the biggest difference
I have grown accustomed to overseas
The finality of things.
A match can be nil-nil and end
For an American I need a winner. And a loser
But here it’s a final decision. Done.
It’s not over for us
Til the bullets settle the dust