The ground is littered
With the bodies of friends,
The gun on his shoulder
Is cutting into skin,
And all they want is to go home.

Beside these men he lies
Alone in the morning,
Mourning those gone.
He doesn't belong here,
And all they want is to go home.

He's ready, he trained
For this... for years.
The sunrise is warm and
Beautiful, and on enemy land.
And all they want is to go home.

A girl lies in the ditch
By the road. Don't look,
He tells himself. Don't
See what you've done.
And all they want is to go home.

Grown Men Don't Cry
He once believed. Now
He cries every day and
Night, but doesn't show.
And all they want is to go home.

Ground Zero is barren,
All empty but a single
Flower growing in the
Weed-ridden ground.
And all they want is to go home.

March, march, a straight
Line through the ground.
Women hide and shield
Their children's eyes.
And all they want is to go home.

A shot through the
Head, or a shot in
The foot? All is the
Same now... all is...
And all they want is to go home.

Trained to be able to
Kill the children of the
Enemy, because they aren't
Children if they're not ours.
And all they want is to go home.

You've heard it all
In the news, sitting
Safely behind the TV's
Glass walls...
And all they want is to go home.

They don't have faces,
They're hidden behind cloth
And that makes it easier
At first, but then harder.
And all they want is to go home.

He sees a child and
Takes his father, right in
Front of those small
Dark, haunted eyes.
And all they want is to go home.

There's a voice that
Calls him to her, an
Old voice. She's lived long
And wants to know "Why?"
And all they want is to go home.

Yesterday, his mouth
Tasted like mud. Today,
It tastes like dirt. He misses
The taste of mud.
And all they want is to go home.

Beside his heart, in the
Pocket of a worn jacket, he
Has a message from them.
The one's he's here to save.
And all they want is to go home.

He paints his face to
Blend in so that he
Won't be killed, so that
They won't know he's a killer.
And all he wants is to go home.