DUEL lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Another word is spoken, a thought driven home Cast away like the refuse of a war Another dream is dying, another speech to give Another politician, can we live like this anymore    Newspaper says, he's dead and gone    Radio plays that same sad song    Trumpets blowing high above, heard miles around    Our only hope is crumbling, can we lose the piercing sound? You think you've got problems? Acid rain, street crime, hunger, dead air You can't see the real ones Arcing toward you like a flare    All turning quiet, a peace abounds    Red skies don't really mean a thing    Listen closely, you can hear the sounds    Of the children tiny voices, they sing Fallen by the wayside, look into the mirror Nothing there to stop us, we vanish into air Falling... falling free.    Like wires... we touch    A spark... we sing    Like magnets... we touch    A click... a ring    Falling... en garde, monsieur    You will die today    Falling... touche, I've fallen Pray for me.