WARMAN

None of you had the courage
So why’s it gotta be me?
None of you manned the turret
So why I gotta keep you free?

Ain’t never held a rifle ‘cept for when I shot some cans
Now, would I become a warman if you put one in my hands
Experience ain’t on my side when I’m gone to war
I’ll only have the wind and sky, always wanting more

I came across a tree that had lived as long as me
He was just a stump, had died at eighteen
I know this only ’cause I counted all his rings
And whispered to myself, “What if he were me?”

It didn’t turn out to be me
He was just a small boy
Loved to play in the field
But I ended his joy

He was somehow then gone
Didn’t make a damn sound
Went to go to his side
But my knees hit the ground

Send me home
Send me away in a balsa wood box
Send me home
This war ain’t at all what I thought

Ain’t never held a rifle ‘cept for when I went to Nam
Then, I become a warman ’cause you put one in my hands
Experience is on my side now that I’m done with war
But I only have the wind and sky, no more than what before

I close my eyes
Hear the battle when I sleep
See a spark fly
Wake up just to end my dreams
They bring me up
The shell goes to my ear as soon as I go out
Am I out of my mind?
As I ride through the fire by myself

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