Midnight came and the lights turned grey, I don?t know where they went. Somebody knocked on my door and broke the harder wood off. He said, I?m just out of my mind, it?s not a secret anymore. And nobody?s taking me down to the warden?tell him that it?s part of the social culture leaving me naked on the street. The social culture, soldier take me down and avoid the street. But no body?s taking me down, you?re not taking me down. He returned only to find that wars never stop.
So send a letter home. Why don?t you send a letter home? We?ll think of you when the rain is pouring under the bed. Don?t tell your mother that you?re crying, she might not get the intent when you want to show her that you?re fine?sure that you?re fine. Nobody really cares when you?re thousands of miles past in the sand, nobody really understands. So send a letter home. Would they understand if you send a letter home? No?
Midnight came and you broke it off, I don?t know what I?ll find. Bottle the thunder flashing lights I think I?ll be all right. But they want you to dig little deeper. Dig the wound a little deeper. Dig the wound a little deeper. Dig the wound a little deeper.
Soldier cry, don?t you put your hands over his eyes. I won?t cry, don?t you put your hands over my eyes. Let him see the world all around, let you also gaze all about. Oh, to be a soldier?what does it mean to be a soldier? I don?t know.
I don?t know where the soldier goes.
I don?t know, is the soldier home?
