Lyrics:

Eighteen years old, full of hateThey ship me off in a motorcadeThey said, ''Boy, you''re gonna fight a war''You don''t ever know what you''re fighting forI lost friends in the August heatAt night it was God I''d always meetI said, ''Lord, won''t you bring me homeI got woman in the west I wanna hold''And I lost you in a waiting room After sleeping there for a week or twoDoctor said, he did all he couldYou were the last thing I had that was goodSo I walked miles on the Tulsa streetsLights started beaming in from the east6 AM and fucked up againAsking God, where the hell He''d been He said the sun''s gonna rise tomorrowSomewhere on the east side of sorrowYou better pack your bags westStick out your chestAnd then hit the roadThe sun''s gonna rise tomorrowSomewhere on the east side of sorrowDon''t give it a reason to follow Let it be, then let it goLet it be, then let it goHeard your brother lost his mind in the city last fallWas it his blood, or his conscious, or the alcohol?Did the navy do him well or did he wind up sickLike every other brave boy from these run down sticks?Do you ever get tired of singing songsLike all your pain is just another fucking sing along?If you ever get the time come on homeI heard Turnpikes back together and they''re writing songsHe said the sun''s gonna rise tomorrowSomewhere on the east side of sorrowYou better pack your bags westStick out your chestAnd then hit the roadThe sun''s gonna rise tomorrowSomewhere on the east side of sorrowDon''t give it a reason to followLet it be, then let it goLet it be, then let it go