When The War Is Over
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by Steven Prestwich

When the war is over, got to get away,
pack my bags to no place in no time, no day,
you and I, we used each other's shoulder,
still so young, but somewhow so much older,
how can I go home and not get blown away ?

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away,
ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away.

When the war is over, got to start again,
try to hold a trace of what it was back then,
you and I, we sent each other stories,
just a page, I'm lost in all its glory,
how can I go home and not get blown away ?

You and I had our sights set on something,
hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered,
I've got plans for more than a wanted man,
all around is chaos and madness,
can't help feeling nothing more than sadness,
only choice to face it the best I can.

When the war is over, got to start again,
try to hold a trace of what it was back then,
you and I, we sent each other stories,
just a page, I'm lost in all its glory,
how can I go home and not get blown away ?