Flags

I know you are, another planet miles apart Is it a question of things you really Should have cared about? You took a drive, countries called More than your friends did, they watched you fall And now you've pulled the wires right from the wall Flags, don't ask me how I'm doing I'm doing fine Set it straight, so there is no road left, only water Spent your time hopelessly alone It's no real price to pay anyway And your first letter came Stressing lines against the whitening page A trauma type, saturation stains Flags, he went from riches to rags Where are my friends? I'm a burden to their hallowed sense When I felt my head came to an end I made promises, I made promises never kept Your head at night So many thoughts fought for the finish line When there's no beginning before you're running out on time You're so hard to ignore You're on my mind from beach to trestle door I'm thinking of you, flat out cold, beneath the starboard floor Flags, don't ask me how he's doing He's doing fine Flags, he went from riches to rags --- Flags - Sons and Daughters