Tours

I still have all those photographs You still can't quite use the flash I don't recall most things, but man, I try so hard Wipe the tears from a face Mom would break down once a day Looking back I know that she tried so hard Oh, mmm, mhm, oh 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 talk about times when 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