Buried in Desert Sand

Текст песни

[Intro: Soul Vocals & 1960s Blues Guitar Solo] (Yeah...) Oh, the desert wind keeps blowing in my head... (So far away...) Can't sleep at night, lying in this bed... [Verse 1: Deep Raspy Rap Vocal] Yeah, I stepped off the bird, they said "Welcome home, son" But the parade felt like a dream that had just begun I left the sand behind, but the sand is in my eyes I'm walking through the supermarket, hearing skies Reeling from the mortars, matching footsteps to the beat Of a ghost-town patrol on a quiet city street My boots are on the hardwood, but my mind is on the ridge Waiting for the flash under the highway bridge The sweat is freezing cold and the sun is too bright I'm a stranger in a house that I built before the fight My wife is talking to me, but her voice is miles away I’m still clutching on my rifle, praying for the day. [Chorus: 1960s Soul Vocals & Gritty Guitar] My body is standing on this native land But my soul is still buried in that desert sand Oh, who’s gonna save me from the fire in my head? Is there anybody living, or am I already dead? [Verse 2: Deep Raspy Rap Vocal] Then the door swings open, and the static starts to clear Two little voices are the only things I hear My oldest grabs my hand, says "Daddy, come and play" And for a single second, the shadows fade away My youngest looks at me with those eyes so wide and blue Unconditional love, the only thing that's true They don't know about the valley where the humvee burned They just know that their father has finally returned When I look into their faces, the war begins to cease They're the only anchors holding me to peace I pull 'em to my chest, let the tears finally fall They're the only light that answers when the dark begins to call. [Chorus: 1960s Soul Vocals & Gritty Guitar] My body is standing on this native land But my soul is still buried in that desert sand Oh, who’s gonna save me from the fire in my head? Is there anybody living, or am I already dead? [Bridge: 1960s Blues Guitar Solo - emotional, soaring, and weeping] [Outro: Soul Vocals & Rap Mix] Bring me back... (Bring me back home, yeah) Look at my boys... (The only thing that's real) I'm trying to find the man I used to be With my sons beside me, I might finally be free. (Oh, bring me back... bring me back...) [Fade Out on slow blues guitar chords]