East Side of Sorrow

Eighteen years old, full of hate

They shipped me off in a motorcade

They said, "Boy, you're going to fight a war

You don't even know what you're fighting for"

I lost friends in the August heat

At night, it was God I'd always meet

I said, "Lord, won't you bring me home?

I've got women in the West I wanna hold"

And I lost you in a waiting room after sleeping there for a week or two

Doctor said he did all he could, you were the last thing I had that was good

So I walked miles on the Tulsa streets

Light started beaming in from the East

6 a.m., and fucked up again, asking God where the hell he'd been

He said the sun's going to rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

You better pack your bags west, stick out your chest, and then hit the road

The sun's going to rise tomorrow somewhere on the east side of sorrow

Don't give it a reason to follow

Let it be, then let it go

Let it be

Then let it go

Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall

Was it his blood, or his conscience, or the alcohol?

Did the Navy do him well, or did he wind up sick

Like every other brave boy from these run-down sticks?

Do you ever get tired of singing songs

Like all your pain is just another fucking sing-along?

If you ever get the time come on home

I heard Turnpike's back together, and they're writing songs

He said the sun's going to rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

You better pack your bags west, stick out your chest, and then hit the road

The sun's going to rise tomorrow

Somewhere on the east side of sorrow

Don't give it a reason to follow

Let it be, then let it go

Let it be

Then let it go