Quit possibly another attempt
at writing lyrics.
This one is centered around the
Vietnam War.
Both during the madness...
and also the aftermath that
brought such emotional chaos
to the surviving veterans.
I love this one.
Also...
V.C. stands for Viet Cong.
The Communist Vietnamese.
Middle Of The Night
Something about the sound of silence
It rang in the ears of every man
I can feel a fight coming on
In the dead of the night
Better grab your guns
I think it's time
We make our stand
Oh can you feel the razor's edge
It's cutting down upon your soul
And let me tell you boy
That it don't give a damn
About what it cuts
'Cause you know some heads will roll
And it's the middle of the night
In the jungle of fright
Fighting swamps
And invisible V.C.
And it's the middle of the night
Like a blind man's sight
Waiting for a god sent bullet to free me
It's so hard to believe in your life
When you're living it day by day
The flares that burst amazing skies
Never really seem to fade away
We got hash pipes burning
Passing down the line
Thinking to ourselves
What a wasted head
Along with wasted time
Little Johnny checked out
Got shot 'bout a week ago
He was the youngest of the bunch
He was smartest of us all
And had the most to live for
And here comes the night
Again we're in the middle of the night
Losing our dreams
In the jungle of fright
Daytime comes and goes so fast
You hardly even know it's there
It seems we've been in the middle of the night
Since the day we first got here
In-country days
Impossible maze
Politicians feed the fire
And we sit here and fight their war
Without an ounce of desire
Tell me why they feed the fire
Tell me why I've lost my dreams
Tell me why I smell death
In the middle of the night
It's ten years past
And I cry
In the middle of the night
