Eighteen years old, full of hate

They shipped me off in a motorcade

They said, "boy, you're gonna fight a war

You don't even know what you're fighting for".

I lost friends in the august heat

At night it was god I'd always meet

I said, "lord, won't you bring me home

I've got women in the west I wanna hold".

And I lost you in a waiting room

After sleeping there for a week or two

Doctor said he did all he could

You were the last thing I had that was good

So I walked miles on the tulsa streets

Light started beaming in from the east

6 am and fucked up again

Asking god where the hell he'd been.

He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

You better pack your bags west

Stick out your chest

And then hit the road.

The sun's gonna rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

Don't give it a reason to follow

Let it be, then let it go

Let it be, then let it go.

Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall

Was it his blood, or his conscious, or the alcohol

Did the navy do him well or did he wind up sick

Like every other brave boy from these run down sticks?

Do you ever get tired of singing songs

Like all your pain is just another fucking sing along?

If you ever get the time come on home

I heard turnpikes back together and they're writing songs.

He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

You better pack your bags west

Stick out your chest

And then hit the road.

The sun's gonna rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

Don't give it a reason to follow

Let it be, then let it go

Let it be, then let it go.