We drove through Oklahoma
And talked about Pearl Harbor
'Bout all those sons and daughters
Who would never make it home

You were somber for a cynic
At the flag poles in the yard
Stood quiet for a minute
Wonderin' if this is how they cope

Then we stopped off at a diner
And drank terrible black coffee
Two fish out of water
Oh weren't we a pair?

The waitress wrote her number
On a napkin but you dropped it
I said, "You flatter yourself,"
You said, "Hand on my heart, I swear."

And every mile we went
I got a little bit bolder at the bends
I got a little more angry
At the state of it all