The Home Front
The hours creep across her face
As she paces across the floor
And she can't even get to sleep
Since Tony went to war
She feels bitch-slapped 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 9/11 or uranium
To pin this bullshit on
She's left standing on the home front
The two of them alone