Back to the Barracks

I shot you in the arm, it was intentional or unintentional

My thoughts were unaware

This isn't our first wound, it will look smaller in the morning

When the light reveals, the bigger wounds still there

We get three good days, then it's back to the barracks

Yeah, it's back to the barracks, feeling anxious, feeling bad

We get three good days, then it's back to the barracks

Wondering if there could be better days ahead

Was it long ago we walked in fields of green

There were no mines between the places where we roamed

Now we just tiptoe as we both wait to cast the first stone

When those little god-damn mines begin to blow

We get three good days, then it's back to the barracks

Yeah, it's back to the barracks, feeling anxious, feeling bad

We get three good days, then it's back to the barracks

Wondering if there could be better days ahead

You shot me in the arm, I saw your face grow pale

And we both knew so well that nothing had been won

We're trigger-worn and wary and the only thing that scares me

It's the thought that one of us could die alone

Three good days, then it's back to the barracks

Wondering if there could be better days

I know there could be better days

So here's to all those better days ahead