Schneider's First Rank

I turn my ears to newer voices,
I learn the ways of worried men,
And in the sunshine, when life rejoices,
I turn my hands to darker things.
When stiff and stuffed roll in the corpses,
Of old and young forgotten friends,
I turn my ears to newer voices,
I learn the ways of worried men.
Now hurry past the dusty limelight,
And on into a gentler frame,
I've learnt no action has its own mind,
I've found nobody plays to gain.