I always knew that you would take yourself far from home as 

soon as, as far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and
the Army issue green, for the past eight weeks I can tell where you've
been. For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there
was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world
outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it
with your gun.
So now you are one of the brave few, it's awful sad we need
boys like you. I hope the day never comes for "Here's your live round
son. Stock and barrel, saftey, trigger, here's your gun." Well I
knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there was soldiers
blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of
this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your
gun taking aim. For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy
of you and I don't mean to spoil yourhome coming, but baby brother
you should expect me to.
"Stock and barrel, saftey, trigger, here's your gun." So now
does your heart pitter pat with a patriotic sond when you see the
stripes of Old Glory waving? Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut
and dried to me there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your
veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it
promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking aim. I don't mean
to argue, they've made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil
your homecoming my baby brother Jude and I don't mean toh urt you by
saying this again, they're so good at making soldiers but they're not
so good at making men.


In the quiet morning 

There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound