WEEKEND PASS

Music & Lyrics by Denny Zartman ©2011

Looking out my eyes
With a thousand yard stare
Red flames are on the ground
Black smoke in the air

Walking miles in the winter cold
Counting bodies lying in the road
And I am too damn sensitive
To even care

Back in the bunkhouse
Wiping blood off my face
Tomorrow another man
Will be taking my place

Because I’ll be taking my weekend pass
And I’ll be trying to make it last
No I don’t want to let my whole life
Go to waste

Gonna hang up my uniform
Put away my gun
Gonna fly to the city
Gonna find myself a little bit of fun

Yeah, I’m gonna find myself a girl
Give her twenty, go around the world
Then I will sit by the swimming pool
And soak up the sun

In ten hours
I was doing shots in some bars
Went up to my room
Spent the night just smoking cigars

Well the tv set was on the blink
I had plenty of time just to sit and think
I just had to ask myself
Who do you think you are?

And does it matter to you
That all your friends are dead?
Does it make you lie awake at night
In your bed?

Well, it must be kind of hard to understand
Knowing yesterday you killed a man
If that was me, man
I think that I’d be sick in the head

Do I think that I am fighting in some holy war?
I don’t even know what all this fighting is for

All I know is in my freezing bones
Killing time until I can get home
I got a good job waiting for me
At the local store

Time’s passing by me
Like forgotten dreams so fine
I was back on the base
Before the Monday sun could shine

Every second now seems like gold
Slipping away way too fast to hold
Because before I know it
I’ll be back on the firing line

Well I wish that I could get away
That I could be free
All this fire and fear
Is strangling me

But my hat’s in the ring of this patriots hell
And it’s turning my head into a hollow shell
I wish this wasn’t the way
It was meant to be

But I’m in the war
I'm in the war