It's not the end! Forget what I said that fucking  letter says, I'm not going over. I'm not crossing  oceans for them. It's not defense and I wont let the  business of making new Soldiers roll over our making  promises. Well tell them I was only joking when I said  all those things I swore I meant at the time, either  joking or lying. So better the stateside than brave  the great desert divide, The whole ride over I was  growing wings and better the road stretched ahead than  the cheap threat of me stretched out dead. What's to  think over? Just grab your fucking things. They'll be  no statewide searches for some AWOL stateside kid like  me. I swear it'll just be a few weeks of hotel rooms  and diner food, or face the new american exchange of  one rifle for every wife I'll lose. Listen! I've been  thinking we'll take all we've got and i can dodge the  draft and you can quit your job. and we'll make these  fuckers catch me if they want me. They'll find me a  fighter after all. So better the stateside than brave  the great desert divide . sound the sirens for a long  drive. better the days in for weeks than the days away  in the desert streets, so sound the psalms of retreat