So the air's getting colder and the news keeps us scared.
I still wrestle this summer in the bones of our tired and blistered hands,
and tonight we got drinks with just a couple of friends
and the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him,
and his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy,
like hes got a great idea, like he's making a memory

Wake up and come out to the car,
There's an east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
and we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hands.

Now we make jokes back home and we lighten the mood,
But growing up my parents saw what sending their kid to fight can really really do
and now with the war I can tell their a little shook up
just a few mothers sons, well its cliche but it's never gonna be enough
Not till half of our names are etched out in a wall
and the other half ruined from the things we saw

Wake up and come out to the car,
There's an east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
and we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hands.

Wake up and come out to the car,
There's an east swell coming and it's howling off shore,
and we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
but I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brothers hands.