It's a grey winter's day,down in D.C.
And the cold wind is blowin in,off of the sea
There's a middle-aged woman,with long brown hair
Just standin there
Her outetched hand touches a black granite wall
And from her trembling lips,a man's name is called
What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war, no-one wanted to win
She caresses his name,etched in the stone
and remembers the first time, that he walked her home
They were so right for each other,each day was such fun
Till the government said he must carry a gun
She remembers his eyes as he boarded the plane
She remembers his letters,filled with anger and pain
She remembers the phone-call that brought the bad news
She remembers the honor-gaurd,in their dress-blues
What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war,no-one wanted to win
As evening falls on a grey winters day
There's children to feed and bills to be paid
There's a husband to love for the rest of her days
There's hope for the future and plans to be made
And only the names on a black granite wall
See the tears of a middle-aged woman fall
What do you say to a middle-aged woman
What do you say about what might have been
What do you say about a brave young soldier
Killed in a war,no-one wanted to win
He was killed in a war,no-one wanted to win
