Vanilla Skies

Your reserved seat is occupied, the play's already started
The theatre is packed tonight, the curtains have just parted
Then suddenly your heart goes cold, a scene you've seen before

The hero's return, medals and all 
But the writing's on the wall 
You can't pick up the pieces 
Of a life that you recall 
When Johnny comes back from the war
New locks are on the door 

A year is a long time, and though at first they missed you much 
They thought that they'd lost you and rearranged their lives as such
The open arms are fake and really pushing you away

The hero's return, shiny medals and all
But the writing's on the wall 
You can't pick up the pieces 
Of a life that you recall
When Johnny comes back from the war 
New dogs bark at the door
 
The hero's return, medals and all 
We're minutes from the curtain call
The soldier leaves the train 
And rings a taxi from the station hall
You wish that you could warn him 
But somehow your mouth stays shut 
And in the midst of the applause 
Your feeble cry is lost 

Go back, back to the war!
Life has nothing left in store for you 
Johnny, go back to the war! 
Life has nothing left in store for you 


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