Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte



He was barely a man that morning when he got on that plane

In his pocket some music and pictures of home

A few days later he's lying in the jungle, beneath the pouring rain

Listening to songs of freedom, feeling scared and alone



Can anybody tell me why I'm here, where's the rhyme where's the reason

It's all so crazy, it's madness over here, just who are we fighting for

The guys back home, they're feelin' no pain, yeah, they're living and lovin'

While we are flyin', dancin' and dyin' in this rock 'n roll war.



Everything looked the same that morning, when he came home again

In his baggage some medals and memories of war

But he was different, changed forever and out of touch with time

Walking the streets of home, he felt lost and alone



Can anybody tell me where I am, I feel like a stranger

Some call me hero, some have called me names, some don't call anymore

I made it home, but I'm still in pain, I'm not livin' or lovin'

For I'm still flyin', fightin' and dyin' in that Rock n' Roll war



Tell everybody I feelin' better, It's been slow but I'm healing

Through mother earth and father time, I don't hurt like before

I love a good woman, we have a son, he's our joy, our salvation

May he never fly in, fight in or die in some rock 'n roll war

Tell everybody I'm doin' all right, yes, I'm livin' and lovin'

For I'm done flyin', livin' and dyin' in that rock n' roll war.



© 1989 Black Leather Music., (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI)