The first suit’s won his bid to buynThe deal’s begun as soldiers leave our siden“so, let planes fly”, he said,n“while contracts knot my tie.nBut far enough away I’ll sleep the night.nThe wanderlust, my company’s dustnHas blazed a trail designed to make you trust.nFor ‘glory days’ enterprise must fight !n‘cause life is short but babynLife is wide, life is wide (oh yeah)nLife is widenWhat a daynWhat a nightnnThe suit’s been pressed in shiny dressingnThe microphones accompany his stridenThe question’s flung, “can’t war be overcome?”nThe shiny suit replies, “how i have tried.nI’ve done my best. My god is your witness.nI’ve been there, too. We have the proof for you.nBut ‘safer days’ mean that some may die.nIt pains my heart to tell you,n‘life is short and life is wide. But life is wide.’nWhat a day.... What a night....”nn“dear mom & dad”, the soldier writesn“you need to hear from me about tonight.nThey trained my will so many ways to kill.nIt still felt weird though hearing, “it’s alright.”nI miss you guys. I missed you this Christmas.nWe got the games and passed them ‘round at night.nBut hope has died just as i have died.nI learned today that life is short but wide.”nBut wide...nWhat a soul...nWhat a life...