18 years old, full of hate They shipped me off in a motorcade They said, "Boy, you're gonna fight a war You don't even know what you're fighting for" I lost friends in the August heat At night it was God I'd always meet I said, "Lord, won't you bring me home? I've got women in the west I wanna hold"
I lost you in a waiting room After sleepin' there for a week or two Doctor said he did all he could You were the last thing I had that was good So I walked miles on the Tulsa streets Light started beamin' in from the east 6 a.m. and fucked up again Askin' God where the hell he'd been
He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow You better pack your bags west Stick out your chest, and then hit the road
The sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow Don't give it a reason to follow Let it be, then let it go Let it be, then let it go
Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall Was it his blood, or his conscious, or the alcohol? Did the Navy do him well or did he wind up sick Like every other brave boy from these run down sticks? Do you ever get tired of singin' songs Like all your pain is just another fucking sing along? If you ever get the time come on home I heard Turnpike's back together and they're writin' songs
He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow You better pack your bags west Stick out your chest, and then hit the road
The sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow Don't give it a reason to follow Let it be, then let it go Let it be, then let it go