The Beat Of Black Wings (Album Version)-Joni Mitchell

I met a young soldier He said his name was killer kyle He was shakin all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story Its a tough one for me to sing Hard as the squawk and the flap They gave me a gun he said They gave me a mission I can't even hear the f**king music playing Nothin I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin I put my hands on her belly Shed been to some clinic The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick the wars We die in em There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws em Rain come down and wash em off Keep the drinks comin girl 'til I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings.