Someone Else's War Lyrics - Singles - Dan Mills

Dawn is homeless on a suitcase by the train 

While city princes hail cabs to beat the rain 

Stacks of books she never reads 

She never begs 

There's reservations on her mind and in her head 

I spend my days searching for my soul 

And as we roar along the truth is left untold 

I know my brother came and turned some heads before 

But that was then 

And this is someone else's war 

Covered faces on the pictures and the news 

Are covered faces in my home and in my shoes 

A bigger stage should make it quicker than before 

But now it's jeans not oily key that open doors 

All the buildings are selling poison on the street 

They probably brand a better ground for better feet 

She breaks her back to have the cash to break her face 

And even worse my broken heart, my broken faith