Journey After (War Fatigues)

These songs won't write them selves and its going no where.
 These words I see them some where
 This path I walk by daylight
 This bending corner is upon us don't know what to say by
 May I may I take you forward?
 I'm who you've always wanted
 You don't know the order
 Numbers I can make them plummet
 I'm already at the summit
 I already speak your language
 You save yourself from anguish
 I make myself a sandwich
 I see the trickle of a brook over a fallen body
 He wears the thistle we mistook him assault and robbery
 So when they halt the bombing
 Come meet me at the clearing
 As results are coming we can see if practice matches theory
 And then assess our losses and then we learn our lessons
 Then we count the tragedies and triumphs and traumatic stressing
 Get back – Get back - Back
 Get back – Get back - Back
 Get back – Get back - Back
 Get back – Get back – Back
 Cause these songs won't write them selves' and its going no where
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 These songs don't write them selves' and it's going no where
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When it's all worn off where do ya go (When its all worn)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go (worn off)
 (When its all worn off)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When its all worn off when its all worn (off)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 Where do ya go where do ya go
 In the shadowed expanse between the distance of our hopes
 I span from here to now with gossamer ropes
 A broken bridge the only edge shakes with every passing step
 We cannot repair all the things we have not kept
 I've not wept enough in recent years to keep my eyes from drying up
 I've slept enough in recent days to keep the flags of my dreams flying
 The echoes of my empty heart are the closest things I have to screams
 Fire at end and beginning so I fall to in-between
 I wrought a treatise on busted guitar strings
 Choked on cholesterol sentiments from aorta to arteries
 With better aim then Artemis, gave key stone to arch enemies
 Who swum in our midst like clown fish with sea anemones
 Among death knells and threnodies and sex sells extremities
 And health plans that promise better living through chemistry
 I lost my identity, tossed to anonymity it's my apocalypse now
 I'm saying now serenity
 We didn't start the fire but provide the kindling
 (When it's all worn off where do ya go)
 We didn't start the fire but provided the kindling
 (When it's all worn off where do ya go)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When it's all worn off where do ya go (where do you go-oo)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go(off)
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 Meet me at the clearing
 Now that the ons and offs of the bombs have stopped
 Upon this common spot our common thoughts calm us
 Costs promises lost comments draw us closer
 Yes sir no sir pressures over
 Open mouths for closure
 Cry for how I lacked compassion
 How I grasped your neck
 You grasped for breath
 I half confessed this
 Friendship shell shocked
 Made at the guillotine
 Made at the crossroads
 My trick is forgiveness
 Fugue state I'm no philistine
 You yelled stop I didn't hear you
 Lovers leap from the mezzanine
 Through hell hot on the path of gasoline
 Know Christ know cross road block
 Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed
 I denied you thrice I denied you that isn't right
 Tried to cheat the game but had to decide
 Played your turn ran out of your life
 Boss codes at the crossroads
 I'm glad you're alive
 After my tongue licked clean and so clean
 Traded the pain with numbness clean enough the pain is numb
 I won't defend what I've done just could a been cleaner but I
 Pray there's some kind of benefit from it prayed and wasn't mean enough
 I would never do what I did my good meanings just
 I would never do what I did made it worse what I did
 Coulda been a good little boy i'm a coulda been cleaner left an
 Big bad wolf wanna comeback kid abscess of indifference
 Rags, wounds, incisions cold feet in a blizzard of indecision
 War fatigues yes I wore fatigues
 Fields cleanse made you hafta cleanse my bayonette
 Til healed when it's all worn perform the surgery
 When it's all worn off where do ya go
 When it's all worn off where do ya go (off)
 These songs won't write them selves and its going no where.