So the air's getting colder and the news keeps us scared.
I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired, blistered hands.
'Cause tonight we got drinks, and just a couple of friends.
And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him.
And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy.
Like he's got a great idea, like he's making a memory.
Wake up, and come out to the car.
There's an East swell coming and it's howling off shore and we'll be
Lying like lions out in the sand.
And I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands.
* * *
So we make jokes back home and we lighten the mood.
But growing up our parents saw what sending the kids to fight could really do.
And now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up.
'Cause just a few mothers' sons will never really be enough.
Not 'til half of our names are etched out in the wall
and the other half ruined from the things we saw.
* * *
Wake up, and come out to the car.
There's an East swell coming and it's howling off shore and we'll be
Lying like lions out in the sand.
And I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands.
* * *