Kiss The Sun (A Song For Pat Tillman) Songtext / Lyric

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?