The Uncivil War

There's a silence on the front lines

You can cut it with a knife

You can stay and take your chances

Or you can run to save your life

And one side is retreating

And the other's running scared

And the drums of war are beating

Ever through it's undeclared

And both sides say they're winning

And both sides know they're losing

And neither one knows what they're fighting for

And in the quiet little places

You can see their little faces

Huddled right outside the bedroom door

Praying for an end to this uncivil war

Papa needs a new job

So he's swallowing his pride

Oh, but it don't go down easy

And it eats him up inside

And mama, she don't notice

Little sister's ragged dress

Lately, she don't notice much of anything

I guess

They're just fighting off the hunger

Trying to keep from going under

But the wolves just keep on gathering around the door

There's no place to run for cover

So they're turning on each other

Because there really ain't no winners anymore

Just victims in this uncivil war

There's a silence on the front lines

You can cut it with a knife

You can stay and take your chances

Or you can run to save your life