When I was nineteen, I joined up with the reserves And I fought on weekends Paid my college tuition But out in the k**ing fields, You come to question all you learn Is peace the truth A universal truth Or some man made superstition (chorus) I dreamt I ran through Kansas wheatfields Slept in the shadows, Where the Rockies kiss the sun, they kiss the sun I dreamt I could hear freedom's sweep In Martin Luther King's speeches (Lenny Bruce, Woody Guthrie) Wasn't he reaching for the promise of America? I heard Pat Tillman died In the hills of Afghanistan He came for justice Not for greed, not for ego His truth came through the fog Like the hometeam's marching band Are you a warrior, or a savior, Or the great American hero? (chorus) My wife, she's writing The war's on CNN "It looks pretty bad from here..." "You should see it from my end -" I'm just a sentinel Just a sentinel Fighting an oilman's war And I need to know, I need to know Is that what Pat Tillman died for? (chorus)