Military Clothes

The river runs swollen with the spring rains
How will you pay for it?
In your tinfoil armor, coming up singing as you were born again
Washed in muddy water, will you recover from the stain
When they call you by that unfamiliar name?
In the flat land of west Texas, telephone poles and the evening train
I saw you at the station, waiting for the slow release again
Washed my hands of diesel, but it burns my eyes like smoke
To see you standing in your military clothes