Ben Folds Five – Missing the War

All is quiet his tired eyes

see figures jotted down

and clothes all strewn around

the bedroom floor

Now nothing’s adding up

and nothing’s making sense

she’s sleeping like a baby

she doesn’t know he wasn’t

meant for this

I’m missing the war

I’m missing the war all night

missing the war

I’m missing the war

He drove home again

pissed and beaten

it’s really no big deal

it happens all the time

it’s no big deal

I’m missing the war

I’m missing the war all night

Missing the war

I’m missing the war

Till beads of sunlight hit

me in the morning (and I forget)

So much time so little to say

Time may fly

and dreams may die

The shaking voice that tells

him go

still thinks he might

he knows he won’t

I’m missing the war

missing the war all night

missing the war