So the air's getting colder,nand the news keeps us scared.nWe still wrestle this summernfrom the bones of our tired and blistered hands.n'Cause tonight we got drinksnand just a couple of friends,nand the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him.nAnd his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy,nHe's got a great idea,nlike he's making a memory.nnWake up and come out to the car.nThere's an east swell comingnand it's howling off shore, and we'll benlying like lions out in the sands.nBut I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands.nnSo we make jokes back at home,nand we lighten the mood.nGrowing up, my parents thoughtnthat sending a kid to fight'd be really cool.nNow with the war I can tell they're a little shook up.nGuess a few mother's sons will never really be enough...nUntil half of our names are etched out in a wall,nand the other half ruined from the things we saw.nnWake up and come out to the car.nThere's an east swell comingnand it's howling off shore, and we'll benlying like lions out in the sands.nBut I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands.