Home is where he fought in the war He cant remember what for
And why theres no more crowds
Out cheering for the cause That never happened at all
They still keep dying
Not asking what we oughtta be just what we could be
Back into the highway trees where we could be
Gone The weight of the knife the weight of the price when the towns gone running
From a fight the street is their life It gets colder at night
Tin can kicker
Not asking what we oughtta be just what we could be
Back into the highway trees where we could be To get some sleep
Gone to most but not to me
So you say youve seen it all but like the words in this song theres so much more
In a face courageously lined the face of a miner
Whos lived through so much more than me and you