The Draft

I’m on the train and on my way to Aberdeen this morning
The proving grounds for what I have to prove
With nothing but a suitcase and the all important letter
My next 3 years are theirs and on the move

I’m on the ship and shipping out to Panama much sadder
The first time that I’ve ever left the states
And I have no thoughts at this point of ever climbing up the ladder
But more of Mom now left at home, how she commiserates

[Chorus]
And I’m running and I’m hiding
Is there cover in the jungle
And I’m looking for the answer
To the question on my lips
And I’m running and I’m hiding
And I’m short on understanding

[Bridge]
Blessed are those who look for truth, for they will find truth
Blessed are those to hold to hope for it will come through
Blessed are those who long for love, for they will find love
Blessed are those who hold the gun when freedom is won

And the shots fired in the distance give me notice like a siren in
My head
Are the locals really on our side or giving comfort to the foe instead

[Chorus]
And I’m running and I’m hiding
Is there cover in the jungle
And I’m looking for the answer
To the question on my lips
And I’m running and I’m hiding
And I’m short on understanding