Besedila: Jon Miller And The Two Steps. Open Sea.

Flash backs in the middle of night
Cross fire in a red skyline
The cold wind is like razors when it rains
The jungle sleeps when you?re lying wide away
Bullets in the air I breathe
Bloodshed on an open sea
Bodies lying all over the ground, some of us may never be found
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Before there?s a war, over my soul
Purple heart on a dirty sleeve
I saved a man from a dying dream
I pulled the metal out of his chest
So he could take one last breath
He died looking at the sky
He saw a light then he closed his eyes
I buried him underneath a bridge
Then I said a prayer till dawn
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
Before there?s a war, over my soul
Body count it got so high
Some of us we tried to fly
You should see the birds I?ve seen
Dead pilots scattered through the trees
Dog tags washed up on the shores
Letters home to stop this war
Protest and do what?s right
Politics take so many lives, signed
I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home
I?m, finally home

(Thanks to Jon Miller for these lyrics)