Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joe Iadanza
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joe Iadanza
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Evan Brubaker
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I lied about my age so I could ship out to the war
My momma cried, my poppa died a long, long time ago
I met you on the porch that night to tell you where I'm goin'
To be the man I thought he'd like
For glory and for honor
Oh my crime was leaving you there all alone
And so now I've done my time
And I'm heading back home
Just skin and bones, skin and bones remain
I know I promised I would write each night before the dawn
My heart in some lone carrier's side-pouch, arriving at your door
But things don't work out like they plan
This boy could never have known
The thinks I've done with these two hands...
They're better left unknown
Oh my crime was leaving you there all alone
And so now I've done my time
And I'm heading back home
Just skin and bones, skin and bones remain
Can I come from behind? Can I take you in my arms?
For your skin and bones, skin and bones I pray
The letters piled at my bedside, but I could never open them
I never heard about the climb, the fall and how I lost you
The past is like a shallow grave
The dust can't hide the stories
Of all the fallen heroes like
The soldier and the scorned
Written by: Joseph Michael Iadanza