"March"
	JACKOPIERCE
	From the Album "JACKOPIERCE", "Live from the Americas", & "Promise of Summer"


	A daughter born the day they walked the moon
	Somewhere on the edge of the Age of Aquarius
	In the year her mother
	Would have otherwise forgotten

	July was very hot in North Carolina
	So she left for Buffalo on a bus in the rain
	With the steam of the asphalt still wet in her hair
	And the pain of her soldier gone
	Just sailed away

	Before he was a soldier, he was just his mother's boy
	And that's exactly how she planned to keep him
	His father died so long ago and he was all she had
	Still she shared his love with a very young wife
	And before the war things weren't so bad

	[Chorus]
	But every generation makes the same mistakes
	And still they send their sons away to do the same
	The mothers cry and the daughters die inside
	And the sons like the fathers
	March

	Whose hair was longer? I think his, she might say
	But in the army the cut it all away
	There's too much room for wild thoughts to grow

	And in the spring of his child's first year
	The father, the son, the husband
	Under beautiful sky, youth like fire in his eyes
	He gave his life for nothin'
	No, nothin' at all, they said

	So many years and the pain it still remains
	And now her daughter's man will sail away
	Politics and promises forever the same
	We take away the sacrifice what we cannot replace

	[Chorus]

	Buffalo in the winter, bitter as it is
	Is home for three generations of widowed brides