19 miles to Baghdad, what have I become?
New York’s got snow in April, and I can’t locate the sun.
Tie a yellow ribbon around something;
something good has begun.
Katy holds up the bible:
"Are you reading this for fun?"
19 miles to Baghdad,
soldiers load up your guns, and
Tie a yellow ribbon around something;
something good has begun.
The boy in the middle, he sits down to pray.
He moves to the window, I can see him as he waves.
"Hey, Mike! Look out!"
Mike calls back: "Billy, I'll be careful!
I’m just trying to be brave.
So, tie a yellow ribbon around something;
something lives beyond the grave.
The field reveals that something was concealed.
We make a deal to feel again,
to ask what is the means onto our end.
What is the cause that we defend?
The flag is flying across the country,
me and the band we play the bars.
And Glynn, she points out to the highway,
flags fly the highest where the people buy their cars.
She says: "19 miles to Baghdad;
I guess we haven’t come so far."
Two planes are flying accross the country,
New York’s so pretty in the fall.
"Hey, Mike! Look out!
Mike calls back: "Billy, I'll be careful!
I’m sure they built them to stand so tall.
19 miles to Baghdad.
They fall, and were called to tie a yellow ribbon around something;
something good has begun.
Tie a yellow ribbon around something;
what have we become