the ben speaks truth

Never in my life has a song been written FOR me... never in my life has a song matched my situation or feelings so perfectly. It's almost scary. It's as if The Ben is walking around, following me, writing lyrics about my life.

Ben... how you do what you do...

all is quiet.
his tired eyes
see figures jotted down
and clothes all strewn around
the bedroom floor.

now nothing's adding up
and nothing's making sense.
she's sleeping like a baby.
she doesn't know
he wasn't meant for this.

i'm missing the war.
i'm missing the war all night.
missing the war.
i'm missing the war.

he drove home again
pissed and beaten.
it's really no big deal.
it happens all the time.
it's no big deal.

i'm missing the war.
i'm missing the war all night.
missing the war.
i'm missing the war.

'til beads of sunlight hit me in the morning.

so much time,
so little to say.

time may fly
and dreams may die.
the shaking voice
that tells him go
still thinks he might
he knows he won't.

i'm missing the war.
i'm missing the war all night.
missing the war.
i'm missing the war...