S. Hurley
Our idea of being tough
Was not admitting that we drink too much
To fill a fountain debris from our kidneys
We used to taste all sorts of logic
From pretzel to lethargic
Still I meant "open minds" and not "too kind"
Like a marble statue, the wind tore up your stand
You've changed and I can't understand
Like a marble statue, you stare ahead and frown
You've changed and I can't hang around
Remember laughing labeled dignified '
Their authority personified
Order was a simple sweet for us to eat
We agreed nationalistic nirth
Was a coincidence of birth
We reckoned Russian kids are still just kids
We all have to get away to grow up
You said you had to be a man to grow up
So you joined the military
To earn your self-respect for free
Who knew it would change the eyes with which you see
And when we spoke together on the phone
You sounded frozen, cold alone
It tears me to construe I don't know you
Why all this talk about respect
It's tightening your neck
I fell for bulging veins
I sense the strain