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