Somebody's Kid

18 with a machine in his hand,
With acne on his chin, and a boot in the sand, He's
18 but he's double the man his daddy thought he was
From his twin sized bed with a ceiling fan,
To a bunk bed in Afghanistan, He's
18 but he's still a man for us,
Cause there's no time for growing up

When he's, out on the field
He's got, a body of steal
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine
And a, mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets,
Cause even superman is still,
Somebody's kid (somebody's kid)

He's on watch all night but he's dreaming 'bout
What his friends are doin' when he's not around
He's so far out but his mind is half way home
He's counting down the MRE's till he gets to grandma's mac 'n cheese
He's hoping that his flight won't take too long
Cause tonight he's comin' home

When he's, out on the field
He's got, a body of steal
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine
And a, mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets,
Cause even superman is still,
Somebody's

He's been thinking 'bout the fireworks and summer nights
Never thought he'd miss his sister and their stupid fights
Never told her how alone he was every time he'd write
Cause it's so hard for her to realise

That he's out on the field
With a, body of steal,
And his mama called twice even though he's off the grid
He's a, a fighting machine
And a, mighty marine
But he calls his mama back every chance he gets
Cause even superman is still, somebody's kid
Even superman is still, somebody's kid.