War Is Kind - Jakob Dylan

Mother, you saw my eyes

On the Fourth of July

Under a banner of Roman candles

Mother, war is kind

Like hell, but I am fine

Brother, have you gone west?

You followed through once yet?

You are still younger, how dare you forget

Brother, war is best

In the morning, when you’ve had rest

Like a lost dog between houses

In the unknown open country

You line up at dawn to see who’s missing

My age is a metaphor

That only speaks of everything before

Daughter, you wear my name

Those are my eyes, keep 'em raised

I may have scars but I give more than I take

Daughter, war is safe

Where you are far away

Now, lover, are you gone?

My heart has taken too much on

One octave lower than thunder, it drums

Lover, war is done

In more ways than just one

Like a lost dog between houses

In the unknown open country

Like an outlaw, now, standing at the foot of infinity

The sun is wild, and just in front of me