Rebel Fatigues

Watching from the sidelines
Dancing on the land mines
Exploding through the headlines:
“The new front is on the move.”

Caught in the crosshairs of a war we didn’t wage
Tanks roam the borders of this town
Poised to restore what they tear down
Don’t let their battles wear you down

They take the reins. I wonder:
Why do they parade in this season’s rain?
Why do the seasons refuse to change?
The ceiling creaks, the hillside speaks:
“Don’t let me cling to history
And more than that please don’t take me back.”

Still, the bombs rain down
Tanks roam the borders of this town
Poised to restore what they tear down
Don’t let their battles wear you down

Everybody is singing so loud that
The crowds can be heard abroad
At the American Universities
Can’t you hear how they’re cheering us on?
The fruits of the revolution must only be days away
But still I feel it won’t be long
Until they’re not asking anymore
They’re not asking anymore

If today’s the day we make their grade
Will the armies with draw or will they stay tomorrow?

Tanks roam the borders of this town
Poised to restore what they tear down
Don’t let their battles wear you
Don’t let their battles wear you
Don’t let their battles wear you down