Journey After (War Fatigues)

These songs won’t write them selves and its going no where..

These words I seen them some where

This path I walk by daylight

This bending corner is upon us don’t know what to say by

May I may I take you forward?

I’m who you've always wanted

You don’t know the order

Numbers I can make them plummet

I’m already at the summit

I already speak your language

You save yourself from anguish

I make myself a sandwich

I see the trickle of a brook over a fallen body

He wears the thistle we mistook him assault and robbery

So when they halt the bombing

Come meet me at the clearing

As results are coming we can see if practice matches theory

And then assess our losses and then we learn our lessons

Then we count the tragedies and triumphs and traumatic stressing

Get back – Get back - Back

Get back – Get back - Back

Get back – Get back - Back

Get back – Get back – Back

Cause these songs won’t write them selves’ and its going no where

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

These songs don’t write them selves’ and it’s going no where

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go (When its all worn)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go (worn off)

(When its all worn off)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When its all worn off when its all worn (off)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

Where do ya go where do ya go

In the shadowed expanse between the distance of our hopes

I span from here to now with gossamer ropes

A broken bridge the only edge shakes with every passing step

We cannot repair all the things we have not kept

I’ve not wept enough in recent years to keep my eyes from drying up

I’ve slept enough in recent days to keep the flags of my dreams flying

The echoes of my empty heart are the closest things I have to screams

Fire at end and beginning so I fall to in-between

I wrought a treatise on busted guitar strings

Choked on cholesterol sentiments from aorta to arteries

With better aim then Artemis, gave key stone to arch enemies

Who swum in our midst like clown fish with sea anemones

Among death knells and threnodies and sex sells extremities

And health plans that promise better living through chemistry

I lost my identity, tossed to anonymity it’s my apocalypse now

I’m saying now serenity

We didn’t start the fire but provide the kindling

(When it’s all worn off where do ya go)

We didn’t start the fire but provided the kindling

(When it’s all worn off where do ya go)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go (where do you go-oo)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go(off)

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

Meet me at the clearing

Meet me at the space

Now that the ons and offs of the bombs have stopped

Upon this common spot our common thoughts calm us

Costs promises lost comments draw us closer

Yes sir no sir pressures over

Open mouths for closure

Cry for how I lacked compassion

Emotion

How I cast the net

The ocean

How I grasped your neck

The motion

You grasped for breath

I half confessed this

Friendship shell shocked

Made at the guillotine

My sis

My oath

Made at the crossroads

My trick is forgiveness

Yours isn’t

Impossible

Fugue state I’m no philistine

You yelled stop I didn’t hear you

Lovers leap from the mezzanine

Through hell hot on the path of gasoline

Know Christ know cross road block

Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed

I denied you thrice I denied you that isn’t right

Tried to cheat the game but had to decide

Played your turn ran out of your life

Boss codes at the crossroads

That isn’t right

I’m glad you’re alive

Wounds so fresh

After my tongue licked clean - and so clean

Traded the pain with numbness - clean enough the pain is numb

I won’t defend what I’ve done just - could a been cleaner but I

Pray there’s some kind of benefit from it - prayed and wasn’t mean enough

I would never do what I did - my good meanings just

I would never do what I did - made it worse what I did

Coulda been a good little boy - I’m a coulda been cleaner left an

Big bad wolf wanna comeback kid - abscess of indifference

Rags, wounds, incisions - cold feet in a blizzard of indecision

War fatigues - yes I wore fatigues

Fields cleanse - made you hafta cleanse my bayonet

Til healed when it’s all worn (OFF!!!!) - perform the surgery(eeee-oooo)

where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go

When it’s all worn off where do ya go (off)

These songs won’t write them selves and its going no where..