I read the news in Pakistan
You were in Kuwait
It’s made me so damn gullible
The news is all the same, everyday
Your car is in the driveway
I stop and see your folks
And drive it just a little bit
So it starts when you get home
Woe is a battlezone
My best friends coming home
I hope he stays
This war that drives me crazy
Makes you proud to fight
Somewhere in the middle
There’s wrong and there is right
I hope you sometimes think of me
Sunday afternoons
Why are you so far away
I miss you come home soon
Woe is a battlezone
My best friends coming home
I hope he stays
Woe is a battlezone
My best friends coming home
Someday
I’m unpacking my two bags, in Baghdad on Christmas Eve
Hoping maybe someday, if we win that I can leave
I’d like to go to college, back home or way out west
I’ve never seen a Rocky Mountain, shining sweet sunset
Or rubbed elbows with the pretty stars, of Hollywood at night
I think those movie star girls, could make me feel alright
The world is such a crazy place, and I have grown to see
That there are many more ways, to be all I can be
Though I signed those papers willingly, I signed them young and fast
I hope this waging war stuff, is something I get past
For now I will resign myself to some indifferent cause
The ocean will look bluer when I come back across
Woe is a battlezone
Best friend I am coming home
