A young boy in uniform
Sits right next to me
Having a drink at the bar
And I wonder if he's willing to go to war
To meet destruction
And face his fears
Maybe he's afraid of living
Maybe he's afraid of it all
♪
The news always brings me down
And I've gotten used to shutting it out
Living in the comfort of my walls
'Cause if nothing else
At least they give me home
And the young boy wanders
Off into the night
A drink in his hand
And his girl to the right
♪
And as I finish my drink
I worry about his fight
But in the comfort of my sleep
I only worry about my rent
A young boy in uniform
Sits right next to me
Having a drink at the bar
And I wonder if he's willing to go to war