Words and music by Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte
He was barely a man that morning when he got on plane In his pocket some and pictures of home A few days later he's lying in the jungle, the pouring rain Listening to songs of freedom, feeling and alone
Can anybody tell me why I'm here, where's the where's the reason It's all so crazy, it's madness over here, just who are we for The back home, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and lovin' While we are flyin', dancin' and in this rock 'n roll war.
Everything looked the same morning, when he came home again In his baggage some medals and of war But he was different, changed forever and out of touch time Walking the streets of home, he lost and alone
Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel like a Some call me hero, have called me names, some don't call anymore I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not or lovin' For I'm still flyin', and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war
Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's been but I'm healing Through mother earth and father time, I don't hurt like I love a woman, we have a son, he's our joy, our salvation May he never fly in, fight in or die in rock 'n roll war Tell everybody I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm and lovin' For I'm done flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' war.
1989 Black Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)