Letras
Kids ask in the kitchen
Forks cold on their plates
"Why they on the TV
Breaking other kids' gates?"
You stare at the window
At the quiet
Careful rain
Try to find an answer
That ain't built out of pain
Why? War
Who keeps opening that door?
Same old names
Same old flags
Different dirt
Same torn bags
Why? War
What is all this dying for?
You can dress it up in grand old words
But it still bleeds on the floor
Big men draw on paper
Lines that slice through homes
Call it strategy and order
Like they're moving garden stones
Mothers fold small T‑shirts
Pack a life in one gray sack
Pray the train keeps going forward
Doesn't ever turn back
Why? War
Who keeps opening that door?
Same old names
Same old flags
Different dirt
Same torn bags
Why? War
What is all this dying for?
You can dress it up in grand old words
But it still bleeds on the floor
They'll say "history"
They'll say "honor"
They'll say "peace someday"
While the fire crawls longer
But a child with a marker
On the cracked old floor
Only draws one question
Over and over
Why? War
Who keeps opening that door?
If every answer needs a grave
Then the question's wrong at the core
Why? War
What is all this lying for?
Till someone brave enough just says
"I won't fight you anymore"