When the time comes

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 lead was sacrafice.

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 that they are
A long life line that's been cut short,
by the road, the time, the battle scars
Would 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 obviously we're lying?
Why don't we ever tell the truth,
what do 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.