Текст Josh Groban – War At Home

A fallen brother, he’s a fallen husband.
He’s about to be woken in his hospital bed—
He doesn’t want to rest; he just wants to run,
And he’s tired of being told that he’s the lucky one.

A caped crusader, she’s a newborn leader,
But you should see her when her daughter’s on the phone.
And she wipes the tears away,
And she laces up because there’s still hell to pay,
And it sure feels like hell today, today.

And she says:
“You see these hands? They’re bruised and brown.
They’re yours alone.
Hold on, love, we’re still going down.
Hold on, love, we’re still fighting at home,
The war at home.”

Innocence behind his broken expression,
He’s a child of mercy, he’s an unlearned lesson.
And he’s trying to wake up
From this wilderness his world has now become.
He’s reaching out to those he’s running from.

And he says:
“You see these hands? They’re bruised and brown.
They’re yours alone.
Hold on, now, we’re still going down.
Hold on, now, we’re still fighting…”

And it’s
One step forward, two steps back…
This is all who are marching.
One step forward, two steps back…
This is young and old.

You see these hands? They’re millions strong!
They are yours now!
Hold on, now, we’re all going down!
Hold on, now, we’re all fighting at home,
The war at home!