The Wall - Bruce Springsteen
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
This poem I wrote for you
This black stone and these hard tears
Are all I've got left now of you
I remember you
In your Marine uniform laughing
Laughing that you're shipping out probably
I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry
You and your boots and black t-shirt
Ah Billy you looked so bad
Ya you and your rock and roll band
Was the best thing this sh*t town ever had
Now the man who put you here
He feeds his family in rich dining halls
And apology and forgiveness
Got no place here at all
At the wall
And I'm sorry I missed you last year
Couldn't find no one to drive me
If your eyes could
Cut through that black stone
Tell me would they recognize me
For the living time must be served
So day goes on
Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
Skin on black stone
On the ground those taste sweet flowers
Ribbon red as the blood
Ya as the blood you spilled
In the Central Highlands mud
The limousines rush down
Pennsylvania Boulevard
As the rain falls
And apology and forgiveness
Got no place here at all
Hear the wild
