A young boy in uniform Sits right next to me Having a drink at the bar And I wonder if he's willing to go to war To meet destruction And face his fears Maybe he's afraid of living Maybe he's afraid of it all ♪ The news always brings me down And I've gotten used to shutting it out Living in the comfort of my walls 'Cause if nothing else At least they give me home And the young boy wanders Off into the night A drink in his hand And his girl to the right ♪ And as I finish my drink I worry about his fight But in the comfort of my sleep I only worry about my rent A young boy in uniform Sits right next to me Having a drink at the bar And I wonder if he's willing to go to war