Missing the War (with Ben Folds Five) | The Official Ben Folds Site

Missing the War (with Ben Folds Five)

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 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 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