Posted on May 22, 2012 at 1:52 am

Over

Way down there is a little brown square
Where I served since the 10th of December.
Down below are some people I know
That I’m now fighting hard to remember.
I can’t see any grass, any tree,
Any girls getting tanned in the sand I’m flying over.

Take that route where the pavement runs out,
There’s the door to the truck I was driving.
Past that hill, there’s another truck filled
With the guys who are stuck with surviving.
Take that turn, you can see it still burn –
You could choke from the smoke in the wind I’m flying over.

I’m flying over, over and over.
I’m flying over, over and over.
I’m flying over, over and over,
Back to you.

Hey there, Jane, half-asleep on the train –
There’s no way to explain that I’m sorry.
Knock on wood, the insurance is good,
You can fin’lly afford that Ferrari.
We both know how I wanted to go,
But I dreamed ev’ry day of the streets I’m flying over.

Down there, Jane, once I get off the plane,
Just relax when you sign the releases.
Don’t be scared – I’ve been cleaned and prepared;
You won’t see how my head was in pieces.
Just stay calm and take care of my Mom,
And make sure you salute that flag that’s flying over.

I’m flying over, over and over.
I’m flying over, over and over.
I’m flying over, over and over,
Back to you.

Keep crying, Jane, ‘til somebody hears you.
Keep crying, Jane, ‘til somebody hears you.
Keep crying, Jane, keep crying.
Keep crying…