"Re-In-Living" lyrics

It was cold, not feeling the cold eyes
Were where they belong
Huddled together feel the warmth
Thoughts were where they belong

I walk down the road, leap a ditch
And mount a hill despite the wind

And he bowed on the point of going
How loyal had they been
Make up matters by a grand funeral
How loyal had they been

I could say that to anyone else
There was no such guilt
Do I have to say it to you I refuse
To set foot

Tired out by play and performance
Heroic but unsung
Final attempt gaining guidance
Heroic but unsung

I see what is right and I do so approve
But I'd rather be lost and feel the groove