Letras
The sound of reveille wakes him out of bed
All the training in the world won't shake off the impending dread
The old fan on the ceiling
Does nothing to fight the heat
And the sweat rolls down their faces
As they're given the morning brief
He thinks back to 41 when he scratched the dotted line
Had the world lost its mind
It was the right thing at the time
You'll be a hero son, you'll make the headline news
When they declare we've won, they'll line the avenues
She pulls back on the stick for the 7th time today
The way the wind whips up a sandstorm
Remind her of a hurricane
She counts six men in the cabin
She doesn't know their names
But she knows that if they make It home
They'll never be the same
She thinks back to 91 when she signed the dotted line
Had the world lost its mind
It was the right thing at the time
You'll be a hero Ma'am, you'll make the headline news
This one ain't Viet Nam
They'll line the avenues
He woke me up early the day that I turned ten
There's something I want to show you
If not now then I'm not sure when
An old book sat on the table, his photos from the war
And I listened as he shared what
He'd been told he was fighting for
You'll be a hero son, you'll make the headline news
When they declare we've won, they'll line the avenues
And I think back to that day sitting in the morning light
Hearing my father's father's plight, of men lost in the flght
So I see things different now
When I read the headline news
Every time they say we've won
I wonder what we lose