Jason

The family next door has been up all the night
Their youngest son Jason has a six am flight
That kid I used to babysit made up his little mind and now he’s
Pff to serve his country, out on the front lines
And leave the folks at home not knowing why…
I close my eyes and lay awake
I’ll hold my head ‘til morning breaks
My mind is still and my heart can only say
Jason’t off today

The warrior nex door has blood and water in her eyes
She’s got fears of her own plus tears her son’s too proud to cry
She’s her own ballistic missle burning steady through the night
She drives to the horizon silent as goodbyes
To find herself alone before sunrise
She’ll closer her eyes and try to pray
She’ll bow her head, but it just shakes
Her mind is fileld with memories that say

Jason of fireflies and ice cream cones
Jason of soccer games and skipping stones
Jason stolen from us in the night…
Jason I have my own statements to make
But I’ll save them for some other time
This is not my day
Jason you’re off to do what you believe is right
I know I couldn’t stop you if I tried
Kiss your mother goodbye

Info:

This is the last song I snuck onto the album, I wrote it in early July, when production for the album was about halfway done. In fact, I was rehearsing with Tom, who played percussion on the record, when he called his girlfriend and found her in tears, extremely upset that her little brother had been called off to Iraq that day. After Tom left I sat thinking for a long time about the war. I felt spoiled that, until that moment, it had been sort of abstract and distant for me, while it was such a harsh, cruel and immediate reality for thousands of people overseas. The harshness of it for people at home, whose loved ones were being sent away, also began to set in. As I thought about it, I was noodling on my guitar, still in my lap from my rehearsal with Tom, and this song came out of it.

Credits:
Acoustic Guitar and Vocals: Rebecca Loebe Back