The same place he was born, he would die
Couldn't tell him different, so why'd we even try
In the mornings he was restless for the day
Never had no issues, if we did he'd never say
In the crash of '29, he found his way
Never raised an eyebrow, or a glass to anything
He only told a lie to ease the pain
When she got sick, he was with her every day
In the battle of one's pride, on front lines of foreign lands that foreign eyes divide
Waging secrets of our youth, and war songs of nothingness that fed us half-told truths
We're all soldiers, till there's nothing left to prove
We're all dying, till living's all that's left to do
All that's left to do
As he grew gray, he stood at ease
All the battlefields he fought on, seemed to bring him to his peace
In the day he died, he closed his eyes
A smile graced his face, as the bullets flew on by
In the battle of one's pride, on front lines of foreign lands that foreign eyes divide
Waging secrets of our youth, or songs of nothingness that fed us half-told truths
We're all soldiers, till there's nothing left to prove
We're all dying, till living's all that's left to do
All that's left to do
We're all soldiers, till there's nothing left to prove
We're all dying, till living's all that's left to do
All that's left to do