crazy being home

he almost forgot how to drive over here, while he tried to survive a year over there, some young punk just flipped him off, and ran him off of the road, he just turned 22 last week, in the back of a strike somewhere in tehran, he never thought he'll live to be this old, it's crazy being home, it's crazy being home, he stepped off a plane, feels like yesterday, they were waving flags and signs with his name, they said they were proud for what he'd done, if they only knew what he had become, the girl he loved she swore that she'd wait, but he came home to a cold empty place, had a burger today, got a new cell phone, it's crazy being home, the stars all look the same, he still answers to his name, it's ok, something just ain't right, it's right to fight for what you love, but his young eyes have seen too much, till you've been where he's been, you wouldn't understand, i hope you'll never have to, my friend, he got the call, was back on the plane, to where he belongs that might sound insane, but his brothers are there, they can't fight this alone, so they dropped him right there in the blood red sand, his best friend is locked and loaded in his hands, and the sergeant yells, "boys, it's time to go", and he thought, it's crazy being home, it's crazy being home, it's crazy being home, crazy being home, it's crazy being home