When I was nineteen,
I joined up with the reserves
And I fought on weekends
Paid my college tuition
But out in the killing fields,
You come to question all you learn
Is peace the truth
A universal truth
Or some man made superstition

I dreamt I ran through kansas wheatfields
Slept in the shadows,
Where the rockies kiss the sun, they kiss the sun
I dreamt I could hear freedom's sweep
In martin luther king's speeches (lenny bruce, woody guthrie)
Wasn't he reaching for the promise of america?

I heard pat tillman died
In the hills of afghanistan
He came for justice
Not for greed, not for ego
His truth came through the fog
Like the hometeam's marching band
Are you a warrior, or a savior,
Or the great american hero?

My wife, she's writing
The war's on cnn
"It looks pretty bad from here..."
"You should see it from my end -"
I'm just a sentinel
Just a sentinel
Fighting an oilman's war
And I need to know, I need to know
Is that what pat tillman died for?