I've flown through clear skies on sunny days
From forty thousand feet

I've sent napalm spiraling toward the earth
I've been the bomber
Not the bombed
I've set towns ablaze and destroyed the enemy below

But from where I'm seated it's nothing but blue skies
Now I'm on the receiving end
Trembling and scared as the earth rips beneath me

Smoke bellows from my leveled home
Shaken, I raise my head to where the vultures feed
The dust settled, and casualties counted

Air raids over, lament has just begun
The disconnect I never knew, now a bringer of grief
Where there ever people below?
Now I am one of them