Waiting on a train
Waiting in the rain
Checking out the scenery
Streaked glass masks the finery
I rode horses in Afghanistan
We raced in the dust and sand
Now I’m a leaf blowing in the wind
Trying to fly away from all my sins
There’s a radio in my head
It’ll be playing until I’m dead
The songs are soft and low
Sometimes they howl like a tornado
I tore the sleeves off my uniform
Still I had a forty lb vest on
I should be feeling free
But there’s a weight hanging over me
I got a lot, I got nothing to say
Need to think a few things away
I once had a family
Now no one finds me not even me
And there’s a desert inside my skin
A burning sun where my heart had been
Too hot to let anybody in
Too hot for even my own kin
Now how’d I get on these dirty streets?
And have I had enough to eat?
And where’d I get this blanket at my feet?
And will I ever feel enough to weep?
Cause there’s a movie inside my brain
Full of noise and blood
But it’s nothing like Hollywood
Nothing like Hollywood