Native Son - Kate Earl

I could see the car arrive

The uniforms, they stepped outside

Doorbell rings and breaks the quiet

Hats in hand, they come inside

The bitter truth, the disbelief

The shock at first, the waves of grief

How am I gonna carry on

When everything is gone?

Ooh, native son

Ooh, where have you gone?

He was only seventeen

Local boy with small-town dreams

No one ever questioned it

Figured it was his best bet

Straight from school to his first tour

The constant fear that he endured

How are you gonna carry on

So far away from home?

Ooh, native son

Ooh, where have you gone?

Ooh, native son

You’re not coming home

Folded flag, the family name

Proud soldier in a picture frame

How are we gonna carry on

When all our faith is gone?

Ooh, native son

(How am I supposed to carry on?)

Ooh, where have you gone?

(How am I supposed to carry on?)

Ooh, native son

(How am I supposed to carry on?)

You’re not coming home

(All my faith is gone)

Ooh, native son

(How am I supposed to carry on?)

Ooh, where have you gone?

(And all my faith, all my faith is gone)

Ooh, native son

(How am I supposed to carry on?)

You’re not coming home