Military Clothes

The river runs swollen with the spring rains
How will you pay for it?
In your tinfoil armor, coming up singing
As you were born again

Washed in muddy waters
Will you recover from the stain?
When they call you by that unfamiliar name?

In the flat land of west Texas
Telephone poles and the evening train
I saw you at the station
Waiting for the slow release again

Washed my hands of diesel
But it burns my eyes like smoke
To see you standing in your military clothes