The War

I don't smell your bourbon today Just car exhaust and a drizzle on the dirt Waiting on the city bus At Constitution and 21st A kid sits down with his face to his phone If you were here I can just hear what you'd say "Try being 19 in '69 boy" Spitting Sunny Brook right in his face You shot 'em down in '73 The war was all but over Took a month to make it home And six more before you could hold her Somewhere on these city streets You lost your will and your composure The war is anything but over You'd take me once a week to walk that wall That does not bear your name Relive the war, relive the return To the girl who never took your name As far as I can tell That was the only thing she didn't take The girl and the war always left me Not knowing what to say You shot 'em down in '73 The war was all but over Took a month to make it home And six more before you could hold her Somewhere on these city streets You lost your will and your composure The war is anything but over Haven't seen you around in a spell I hear you're drying out, and raising hell A friend locked you in at the Stardust Poor man's rehab is a cheap motel Sometimes an outsider knows what you need Better than anyone you've ever tried to be No one picks a fight they think they would lose But some battles you don't get to choose You shot 'em down in '73 The war was all but over Took a month to make it home And six more before you could hold her Somewhere on these city streets You lost your will and your composure The war is anything but over The war is anything but over