We wiped out all the buffalo around the turn of the last century
And so it's factories and sawgrass, wheat fields and asphalt laid
In front of me
The midwest feels like a hollow place that we filled with love and
Industry
And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy
Well I, I wanted to see just a little bit of everything
Let me be
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
Morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
I'm hoping I'm wrong
It's sixteen hours straight to home from the heart of north Missouri
And so I search through my great-grandpa's memoirs
For the devil in my bloodstream
Depression grabbed his throat and choked the life out of him slowly
I got the same blood coursing through my veins
It'll come for me eventually
I bet I'd be a fucking coward
I bet I'd never have the guts for war
Cause I can't spend another month away from here
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home
So let me know
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
Morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore
I'm hoping I'm wrong
I'm hoping I'm wrong
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me
I know how it feels to be at war with a world that never loved me
Two blackbirds on a highway sign are laughing at me at four in the
Morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I want to be strong, but it's not easy anymore