The hours creep across her face
as she paces across the floor.
She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war.
She feels bitch-slapped and abandoned
by a world she thought she knew.
Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two.
Now they're saying on the flat screen
they ain't found a reason yet.
We're all bogged down in a quagmire
and there ain't no end to it.
No 9/11 or uranium to pin this bullshit on.
She's left standing on the home front.
The two of them alone.
Left off the studio version:
She sees the names in black and white
every Sunday morning.
Now she's feeling she's been lied to
as his name's across the screen.
She wasn't looking for an answer,
just trying to hold on.
Sometimes she feels like she is falling
in a cavern with her baby in her arms.