17 is 70 when it feels feels like you've been in a world war Bombs and shells besides my feet the oceans what I listen for But they're not coming home The food has made them sick The birds outside are wondering why We don't sing together anymore It's hard 2 find the stage and shore of Things that aren't worth fighting for But who am I to say When gun powders the problem When they decide the outcome Of everything we know The doctor said to get some sleep But my best meds are right under the table Tranquil me they're safe with me Right under the stable But with their tails gone Will they be faithful Be faithful Be faithful