(Crowe/Cochran) 
Look at the green grass 
All the white stone masts 
Your ship ain't going nowhere baby 
You can't sail away from this 
Memorial day 
Come every 
April I hear the shadows call 
By the time 
May comes around 
I know that history only exists 
Because of war 
Memorial day 
I understand the need to 
Respect the dead 
Learn from them 
I understand there's more to this 
More to this than counting baby 
More to this than counting 
I wear my grand dad's medals 
The ones he wouldn't wear 
They represented destruction to him 
They feel like freedom 
When you look at them from here 
Memorial day 
Memorial day 
Memorial day 
Yesterday was significant 
If yesterday you were alive 
The things that were important 
When you woke up yesterday 
Just remember who you were, adjust for flight 
Memorial day 
Memorial day