he got all his stripes from the guns he shot
and he sang all his songs with the words he's got
and he's talking to the girl that he's got back home
and he's marking up some land that he thought he owned

and he left it all
he left all
he left it all for the wolves
the stars and the stripes
the red, and blue, and white
the guns that he shot and his god

he went and got his girl and they left in fright
of the fiends in the air and the thieves at night
and they're passing that old bridge that they jumped as kids
and they're digging up the things that they once had hid

and they left it all
they left all
they left it all for the wolves
the stars and the stripes
the red, and blue, and white
the guns that they shot and his god

silver lined glass on the lake outside
hiding from the world and hiding from the fire
the curled up warmth and the choked out sound
of the father's voice and the mother's smile