A Silent Army in the Trees - Matthew Good

What will you find, where will you be

When you gotta trade for company

Those plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screaming out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed

Wore camouflage on Halloween

A plastic bag, an M-16

Door to door and house to house

But ain’t nobody handing it out

Ya nothing’s ever what it seems

When you’re kicking in teeth and wishing it dreams

Just plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

Now baby don’t you let me down

A world away and still somehow

I can’t shake the feeling that you’re out

With another man’s arms wrapped tight around you

At night it’s cold, we sit and freeze

Running 'red lights' in our Humvees

Never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be

Afraid of little kids playing in the streets

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screaming out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

That old man in the sky

Well he’s all ice on the outside

A muted wail out in the street

We watch the stage but burn the seats

Two metal legs to get along

You ain’t got much without one to stand on

Sometimes at night I hear it roll

A hundred cars long pulling out slow

Like the engineers inside my head

Cold and dark like your side of the bed

Ya nothing’s ever what it seems

And even if it is ends justify means

With plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

That old man in the sky

Well he’s all ice on the outside