The hours creep across the face

As she paces across the floor

She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war

She feels bitchslapped and abandoned

By a world she thought she knew

Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two



Now they're saying on the flat screen

They ain't found a reason yet

We're all bogged down in a quagmire

And there ain't no end to it

No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on

She's left standing on the home front

The two of them alone