The Wars At Home

On a hill in the middle of nowhere
It’s a lot like, a lot like your home, you say
Where the green grass grows a little higher in the bonfires on hot nights,
it’s not like
We did not share that, you said
What you gonna do when everybody goes away cause I’m so and I’m so and I’m so,
I’m so afraid of that
When the war was at home
I needed more
Cause I didn’t know different
I needed more
Cause I didn’t know different before
In September, or early November, it’s so long ago, I still remember
The way up was straight through burrow deeper to the middle
Take the sides out, I like how it’s bright now
It’s beautiful that way
When the war came back home
We needed more
Cause we didn’t know different
We needed more
We didn’t know different
We needed more (more) before
We will line 'em up in these little rows
And we plant our marigolds
We dig 'em in and we clean our hands
Oh, though they get tall and then we see them grow; swim the orange, the yellow
Send a picture to all our friends and then begin again
Begin again
We needed more
(Cause I) We didn’t know different
(I need you more)
Cause I didn’t know different before