The Wars At Home

On a hill in the middle of nowhere
It's a lot like your home, you say
Where the green grass grows a little higher
In the bonfires on hot nights
It's not like we did not share that.
You said, "What you gonna do when everybody goes away?
'Cause I'm so afraid of that"

When the war was at home I needed more
I didn't know different before

In September, or early November
It's so long ago
But I still remember
The way up was straight through
Burrow deeper to the middle

Take the sides out, I like how it's bright now
It's beautiful that way

When the war came back home
We needed more
We didn't know different before
We'll line 'em up in little rows
Plant our marigolds
Dig 'em in and clean our hands
And oh, they get tall, see them grow
Swim the orange and yellow
Send a picture to all our friends
And then begin again