(Crowe/Cochran)



Look at the green grass

All the white stone masts

Your ship ain't going nowhere baby

You can't sail away from this

Memorial day



Come every April

I hear the shadows call

By the time May comes around

I know that history only exists

Because of war

Memorial day



I understand the need to 

Respect the dead

Learn from them

I understand there's more to this 

More to this than counting baby

More to this than counting



I wear my grand dad's medals

The ones he wouldn't wear

They represented destruction to him

They feel like freedom

When you look at them from here

Memorial day

Memorial day

Memorial day



Yesterday was significant

If yesterday you were alive

The things that were important

When you woke up yesterday

Just remember who you were, 

adjust for flight

Memorial day

Memorial day