The Foxhole

Yesterdays
Quarterbacks and parades
But all I got was the ace of spades
My queen of hearts was a hand grenade
How was I supposed to know

That's just where everyone goes
Down boulevards to their Romeos
A broken heart and a bullet hole are all they left

But okay
Like counting steps past the graves
Just lay a cross on the ones you've saved
It's all okay, it's all okay
I'm on my way

But I'm still in the foxhole, still in the foxhole
Still in the foxhole, still in the fox
I'm still in the foxhole, still in the foxhole
Still in the foxhole, still in the foxhole