War at Home - Josh Groban

Fallen brother

He’s a fallen husband

He’s about to be woken in his hospital bed

He doesn’t want to rest

He just wants to run

And he’s tired of being told that he’s the lucky one

Caped crusader, she’s a new born leader

But you should see her when her daughter’s on the phone

And she wipes the tears away and she laces up because

There’s still Hell to pay

And it sure feels feels like Hell today

Today

And she says…

You see these hands?

They’re bruised and brown

They’re yours alone

Hold on love

We’re still going down

Hold on love

We’re still fighting

At home

The war at home

Innocence behind his broken expression

He’s a child of mercy

He’s our unlearned lesson

And he’s trying to wake up from this wilderness his world has

Now become

He’s reaching out to those he’s running from

And he says…

You see these hands?

They’re bruised and brown

They’re yours alone

Hold on now

We’re still going down

Hold on now

We’re still fighting

And it’s

One step forward, two steps back

This is all who are marching

One step forward, two steps back

This is young and old

One step forward, two steps back

Through the void of the silence

You are not alone

You see these hands?

They’re a million strong

They are yours now

Hold on now

We’re all going down

Hold on now

We’re all fighting at home

The war at home