|
(Verse 1) |
|
We wiped out all the Buffalo |
|
Around the turn of the last century |
|
And so it's factories and sawgrass |
|
Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me |
|
The Midwest feels like a hollow place |
|
That we filled with love and industry |
|
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits |
|
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy |
|
Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything |
|
Let me be |
|
(Chorus) |
|
Two blackbirds on a highway sign |
|
Are laughing at me at four in the morning |
|
They played the war drum out of time |
|
So I'm not sure where I've been marching |
|
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore |
|
I'm hoping I'm wrong |
|
(Verse 2) |
|
It's sixteen hours straight to home |
|
From the heart of North Missouri |
|
And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs |
|
For the devil in my bloodstream |
|
Depression grabbed his throat |
|
And choked the life out of him slowly |
|
I've got the same blood coursing through my veins |
|
And it'll come for me eventually |
|
(Verse 3) |
|
I bet I'd be a fucking coward |
|
I bet I'd never have the guts for war |
|
Cause I can't spend another month away from here |
|
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore |
|
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home |
|
So let me know |
|
(Chorus) |
|
(Bridge) |
|
I know how it feels to be |
|
At war with a world |
|
That never loved me |
|
(Chorus) |
|
(Outro) |
|
I wanna be strong |
|
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore |