Can't Look Away

There's a sweet little farmhouse in Virginia

Full of guns and ammunition

In the driveway there's some pickup trucks

With shotgun racks and camouflage paint

Down a path to the river

There's some good ole boy just drinkin' and fishin'

And when the shit hits the fan, you know just who to call

Or who to blame

And you can try

And you can try

But you can't look away

You can't look away

You can't look away

You can try

But you can't look away

She steps out of the bathtub, barely covers up with a towel

And gets the front door

It's the college boy from up the street

Here to cut the grass while her husband's away

And the neighbors they peaked through the blinds

'Cause they know her man's overseas, lost in the war

She fixes her hair up, lets the boy inside

For lemonade

Yeah you can try

And you can try

But you can't look away

Yeah you can't look away

You can't look away

You can try

But you can't look away

And it's a colorful sight

It's got the dark and the light

It's never just black and white

Or even grey

You can't look away

There's a sweet little girl with a folded up flag

On the foot of her bed

Red white and blue turns to black suits and dresses

And headlights in the rain

She doesn't notice the headstone and the white bouquets

And the leftover last respects

It's just the one purple wildflower

Coming up from the dirt on the grave

It's a colorful sight

It's got the dark and the light

It's never just black and white

Or even grey

You can't look away

You can't look away

You can't look away

You can try but you can't look away

Oh you can try but you can't look away

You can try but you can't look away

You can try but you can't look away

You can try but you can't look away

Try but you can't look away

You can try but you can't look away

Try but you can't look away

Try but you can't look away