I've been home about six months now
And I still have my doubts
I'm not sure how I got here
Or how I'm gonna get outMy Mama says I look the same
As I did before I left
But if she could see inside of me
It would scare her to deathI can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off
Last Saturday they honored us
In a small parade downtown
When they shot off those fireworks
I nearly hit the groundWhile they smiled and cheered for us
All I could do was stare
Cuz part of me is here at home
And part of me's back thereI can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off
Yeah there's no end in sight
Cuz even though I'm home now
I'm still fighting for my lifeI can still taste the powder
From the barrel of my gun
I can hear my Sergeant screaming,
"Run, Soldier, run."
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders
God, it weighed a ton
I see death in every single thought
They taught me how to put that uniform on
I just can't get it off
