War at Home

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 newborn 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 like hell 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 love we're still going down

Hold on love we're still fighting at home

The war at home

And it's (one step forward and 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 silence

You are not alone

You see these hands their million strong

They are yours now

Hold on love we're all going down

Hold on love we're all going down