Tours

I still have all those photographs You still can't quite use the flash I don't recall most things, but man, I tried so hard Wipe the tears from her face Mom would break down once a day Looking back, I know that she tried so hard, oh, mmh When I'd hide from thunder Scared that I'd wake my mother If I were my father I'd wonder who's checking for monsters Calls once a day, I'm still on base You'd talk about times where we were young and I remember nothing, nothing Where is Kuwait? Is that in the states? I do what I'm told 'cause I know nothing, nothing But when I'm old, I'll remember everything The photographs home, and I'll feel everything 'Cause I'm your son, I'm your son And that's all I want