The War is Over

Cold war, cold war is over
One more, one more foreclosure
Another lot covered in weeds
Another vacant house on your street
Another kid who grew up to be
Another sad message on your message machine
But I never thought I’d be the one to
Walk away, walk away
I never thought I’d be the one to
Walk away, walk away
On a different night, in a different dream
I felt your love coming back to me
I never thought I’d be the one to
Walk away
First floor, first floor exposure
No more «can you comeover?"s
No more knots I can’t undo
No more sorrow, no more blues
No more walls left to break through
To see the less elaborate version of you