Native Son - James Taylor

Mount up, move on

May you find the way back home

Down and down we go

Down into bright October

Brothers in arms no more

Now that the war is over

Have you waded in and been to hell

Will you lie upon the sofa

See to the decoration of your shell

Now that the war is over

Mount up, move on

Damn the darkness, speed the dawn

They lost, we won

Try to find your way back home

Native son

Down and down we go

Now that the war is over

Brothers in arms no more

Now that the war is over

Have you waded in and been to hell

Will you lie upon the sofa

See to the decoration of your shell

Now that the war is over

Mount up, move on

Damn the darkness, speed the dawn

They lost, we won

May you find your way back home

Native son