Quicksand Brotherhood

(ooh-ooh) Nineteen years on a riverbank

Mud on the boots and the heat so thick Letters from home

in an olive coat

Praying the clock runs double quick Helicopter blades cutting through the rain

Wondering who makes it out again

Radio crackles with a distant call Names being etched in an unseen

wall Lord tell me what we're fighting for

Smoke on the Delta,

fire in the trees

Too many brothers down on their knees

Send back the dreamers,

bring back the sons

Nothing grows under

the heat of the guns (bring them home now)

Got a postcard from my brother Joe Says downtown is marching in

the street

Chanting peace while the sirens wail While we count the steps under

jungle heat

Two worlds apart

beneath the same gray sky

Too young to kill,

too young to die

Thunder breaks through the heavy air A thousand voices in a single

prayer Lord tell me when the march will end

Smoke on the Delta,

fire in the trees

Too many brothers

down on their knees

Send back the dreamers,

bring back the sons

Nothing grows under

the heat of the guns

(Lord, hear the cry now)

(yeah, hear it cry)

Send them home... (bring 'em home)

Nothing grows in the rain (hmmm-mm)