When the time comes, put my feet in the water,
It's not as warm as I expect,
Will I go down like a preacher's son or will I come back up like a world war vet?
Will I watch my brothers die or speak true words into their lives?
Will I hold them close and tell them why the life they led was sacrificed?
I don't know much, but I know about love,
And how it hurts me to give up,
It hurts me to give up.
When the time comes, put my hands on the table,
They are examined for what they are,
A long lifeline that's been cut short by the road, the time, the battle scars,
What I would give to be back home, where the sun sets over the water,
Someone save me from these preacher's sons, save me from their daughters.
Still I don't know much, but I know about love,
And how it hurts me to give up,
It hurts me to give up.
Why do we always say we're fine when it's obvious we lie?
Why don't we ever tell the truth?
What have we got to lose?
And I don't know much, but I know about love,
And how it hurts me to give up,
It hurts me to give up,
And I don't know much, but I know about love,
And how it hurts me to give up,
It hurts me to give up.
