Slaid Cleaves Follow

Hard times coming home now, can’t get your feet on the ground
Got some issues, and no one wants you around
Barely sleeping and you can’t get through to the VA on the phone
No one’s hiring, and no one wants to give you a loan
And everyone else is carrying on just like they’ve always done before
You’ve been home for a coupla years now buddy but you’re
Still fighting the war

Flashback to Fallujah, lost another best friend
Three tours of duty and you wonder when it’s all gonna end
Body’s broken and bone shattered, blood and dust in your mouth
Gettin’ weary but you’re running with the few and the proud
Sometimes you wonder why you went, You never wonder what you stayed on for
You’ve been home for a coupla years now buddy but you’re
Still fighting the war

Men go off to war for a hundred reasons
But they all come home with the same demons
Some you can keep at bay for a while
And some will pin you to the floor
You’ve been home for a coupla years now buddy but you’re
Still fighting the war

The bedspread is fraying, faded and tearing apart
Two strangers, holding each other in the dark
Tell me what were you dreaming, How did you think it would end?
How many heroes are scattered out into the wind?
And all the happily ever afters turn to broken dishes and slamming doors
You’ve been home for a coupla years now buddy but you’re
Still fighting the war