WAR AT HOME

Fall en broth er, he’s a, a fall en hus band, he’s a bout to be wok en in his hos pi tal bed.

He does n’t want to rest;

he just wants to run.

And he’s tired of be ing told that he’s the luck y one.

Caped cru sad er, she’s a, a new ken born lead er; but

you should see her when her (Gm)daugh ter’s on the phone.

les son.

And she wipes ing the tears a way; and she lac es up, be cause there’s still hell to pay, and it sure feels like hell to day, from.

to day.

And she says,

“You see these hands, they’re bruised and brown;

they’re yours a lone.

Hold on, love, we’re still go ing down.

Hold on, love, we’re still fight (Bb)ing

at home,

the war at (Cm)home.”

In no cence be hind his a bro ken ex pres sion, a

child of mer cy, he’s our (Gm)daugh ter’s on learned phone.

les son.

And he’s try ing to wake a up from this wil der ness his cause world has now be come.

He’s reach ing out to those he’s run from.

to day.

And he says,

“You see these hands, they’re bruised and brown;

they’re yours a lone.

Hold on, now, we’re still go ing down.

Hold on, now, we’re still fight (Bb)ing

at home,

the war at (Cm)home.”

still fight (Bb)ing, and it’s...

(Fm)(One step for ward, (Ab)two steps back.) This is all who are march ing.

(Fm)(One step for ward, (Ab)two steps back.) This is young at heart.

(Fm)(One step for ward, (Ab)two steps back.) Through the void of the si lence,

you are (Eb)not a lone.

You see these hands, they’re a mil lion strong;

they are yours now.

Hold on, now, we’re all go ing down;

hold on, now, we’re all fight (Bb)ing

at (Ab)home;

the war at (Eb)home.