maybe it's the feeling you get
just beyond the hill
when you see all the city lights
maybe it's that feeling you get
at the bottom of a bottle
and then it really hits you
you're never, never coming home from the wars
you let your whole life be defined by it
moments you can't prevent
every last drop 'til you forget
maybe it's the feeling you get
when you feel like dying
under the blurry street lamps
maybe it's the feeling you get
under a bath tub of water
and then it really hits you
you're never, never coming home from the wars.