Here you are now. Fresh from your war. Back from the edge of time. And all that you were. Stripped to the bone. I thought you'd want to know. . That when you feel the world is crashing.
On a Tuesday in December, when you walked out I remember. You were smiling as you turned around. In the hallway, lingered in the doorway. Still the words you said to me, they make me think of how we used to be.
Wake me up, slap my face. Draw me closer in to your embrace. . 'Cause nobody wants to be the butt of every joke. And nobody wants to be the one to pull the rope.
Here you are now, fresh from your wars. Back from the edge of time. And all that you were, stripped to the bone. I thought you'd want to know. . When you feel the world is crashing.
And your photo stills. In your wallet with your unpaid bills. And you show it like it means something. You could never know the pain it brings. . And then here you are, standing in our drive.