Bullet Holes in the Sky

It's the eleventh of November down in Nashville, Tennessee Free breakfast at the waffle house if I show 'em my ID A parade up on the riverfront, you can hear the trumpets play Hands on hearts, the color guard kicks it off Veteran's Day And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back But I believe in God and county and in angels up on high And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky Waitress asks me how I'm doing but I don't know what to say I was thinking bout the battlefield the night I learned to pray Marchers make their way down Main Street the crowd begins to cheer I feel my chest explode as my eyes fill up tears And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back But I believe in God and county and in angels up on high And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky Oh Jesus said forgive them for they know not what they do And he's here with me this morning and his words still ring true So I hand my head and pray for those we lost and those who remain As the clouds burst over Nashville it beings to rain And they thank me for my service and wave their little flags They genuflect on Sundays and yes, they'd send us back But I believe in God and county and in angels up on high And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky And in heaven shining down on us through bullet holes in the sky