Trouble found me sleeping So I followed it downstairs Saw my mom on the couch The tv was on, I remember The sound of the chopper flying low We didn't know why it was coming Then they called with the Chicken in the oven It was the chaplain, he said You came in with your Jaw torn, still talking
I found you in the hospital asleep I wonder which one of us Looked stranger then
Once I thought Being lost was only a part of Being young But the old man in the bed Next to your cot Was screaming lounder than anyone
Saying, mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Little white mice Run across my bed while The nurses play poker outside Oh, my God! How is the other guy? I can't believe Someday I'm gonna die
