Hawk

Hawk was just seventeen when he flew away for war
Lied a little when he applied, but what is his lying for
Training in Arizona in the year of '42
They all called him Hawk for the way that he flew

It's been sixty years and most he's been up in the air
He spends his days now flying a dusty old armchair
That might be just a bore but he became my friend
For what is a story that he ever been

Hawk, how you could fly
There's finally a road Hawk couldn't be in
I told him all the things you will never do again
And his mind stayed sharp as a plane
Through the tales of his glory days

Hawk, how you could fly
Rolling thunder through the sky
If there's a war to win
I hope you will take to the sky again

Mourners a few as they laid him in the ground
Decorated soldiers gathered around
They folded the flag and placed it in my hand
Said, 'Hawk is in a place where he'll never had to land'
And that's the full measure of a life of a man

Hawk, how you could fly
Rolling thunder through the sky
You found a war to win
You will never leave the sky again