Field Sobriety

We've reached detente
And found it wanting
My old voice lost
Not that I'm looking

We felt so close
This war was ours, ours
We stood alone
But no one came

Watching 'till dawn
Our fingers trembling
Not looking up
Knowing what we'd see
Knowing we had lost

Long as Ulysses
Short by a couple of feet
In extra innings
Not that anybody bought seats
These uniforms stink

As tight as snow
Jackboots have crushed in
Along a highway
Mud-streaked and dry
Our fingers numb
We cue the next run
Like it's Verdun
We're going over
We're going over the top
For what

Reading my lines off the circling ceiling
Hitting the bottle once more without feeling
When I think of what could have been I start weeping
Is it over, I hope so, I'm thinking
Yeah I'm thinking

Long as Ulysses
Short by a couple of feet
In extra innings
Not that anybody bought seats
This cost me some teeth

"Et tu, ol' Buck?"
Of fucking course I pulled the plug
I've had enough
I'm sick of fighting

The war we lost
To our shadows on the ceiling
Standing so tall
From where we're sitting
Too weak to stand up



Credits
Writer(s): John Giacoppe
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