A Soldier's Memoir (P T S D Song) Songtext
von Joe Bachman

I′ve been home about six months now
And I still have my doubts
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how I′m gonna get out

My Mama says I look the same
As I did before I left
But if she could see inside of me
It would scare her to death

I can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off


Last Saturday they honored us
In a small parade downtown
When they shot off those fireworks
I nearly hit the ground

While they smiled and cheered for us
All I could do was stare
Cuz part of me is here at home
And part of me's back there

I can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can′t get it off

Yeah there′s no end in sight
Cuz even though I'm home now
I′m still fighting for my life


I can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off