The morning bus will come to take you down   The country road to the farthest side of town   Later on the field behind the school it will be bright   When you play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light      The station on the corner has fired another clerk   But the strike is over and the teachers are back to work   The boy next door has gone to war, he's the next in a five year fight   And you'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light      Little man, little man   Are you the heir to an empty hand?   Oh, no one is sure what we'll be fighting for next   Little boy, little boy   Are you the heir to a plastic toy?      With hair like that you know nobody can see your eyes   You've heard it from your mother if once, than a thousand times   You like it long, freedom belongs to the red, the blue, the white   And you'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light      The jokes you hear, well who knows what they mean?   There are the kids at school and the kids behind the screen   At home at night your parents fight and while neither one is right   You'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light      Little man, little man   Are you the heir to an empty hand?   Oh, no one is sure what we'll be fighting for next   Little boy, little boy   Are you the heir to a plastic toy? Oh      Do you know who you are or how you'll know?   You lay in bed last night and listened for the season's first snow   Upon the roof you'll tell the truth someday, but for tonight   You'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light   You'll play a snare drum solo in the Friday football light