The desert's not getting any smaller,
We're not getting any younger,
So hand me a gun,
Slip through my fingertips like sand,
But with Connecticut a million miles away
You can't tell me you're the only one with empty hands.
For a kid to be so far away from home.
Before you go, take a good look,
You've got a friend in a battle zone.
I think I'm starting to relate so count the days,
my body's aching from the wait, the postcard read:
"p.s. this war is going great."
I've had my eyes covered too long to not have peeked through
and seen the right kids on the floor.
is nothing worth dying for anymore.
Can't stop, won't stop.