Nine hours on a greyhound bus
From Columbus Ohio
Thinking about a man I never knew
With just a name and a number
I hold my mothers hand
On a pilgrimage
That's long since overdue
She never got to say goodbye
And the years flew swiftly by
And though it broke her heart
She was just too tired to cry
I was only a baby
But my mama often spoke
Of a scared young man ordered to report
During his first tour of duty
There was a knock upon our door
And the world she knew
Completely fell apart
She never got to say goodbye
And the years flew swiftly by
And though it broke her heart
She was just too tired to cry
Sitting in the blazing sun
In front of cool black granite
Her fingers graze the name etched into stone
She lays a single pink carnation
At the base of that wall
And all at once her tears began to flow
She finally go to say goodbye
Now it doesn't matter why
For all those years
She was just too tired to cry