Trouble found me sleeping
So I followed it downstairs
Saw my mom on the couch
The tv was on, I remember
The sound of the chopper flying low
We didn't know why it was coming
Then they called with the
Chicken in the oven
It was the chaplain, he said
You came in with your
Jaw torn, still talking

I found you in the hospital asleep
I wonder which one of us
Looked stranger then

Once I thought
Being lost was only a part of
Being young
But the old man in the bed
Next to your cot
Was screaming lounder than anyone

Saying, mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!
Little white mice
Run across my bed while
The nurses play poker outside
Oh, my God!
How is the other guy? I can't believe
Someday I'm gonna die