A young boy in uniform
Sits right next to me
Having a drink at the bar
And I wonder if he's willing to go to war

Meet the destruction
And face his fears
Maybe he's afraid of living
Maybe he's afraid of it all

The news always brings me down
And I've gotten used to shutting it out
Living in the comfort of my walls
'Cause if nothing else,
At least they give me a home

And the young boy
Wanders off into the night
A drink in his hand
And his girl to the right

Hmmm hmmm hmm
Hmmm hmmm hmm

And as I finish my drink
I worry about his fight
But in the comfort of my sleep
I only worry about my rent

A young boy in uniform
Sits right next to me
Having a drink at the bar
And I wonder if he's willing to go to war