David Wilcox - Covert War Lyrics
Dear Mom and DadHere's why I can't homeI can talk to either one of you just fineWhen it's either one, aloneBut the Thanksgiving tableIs going to be pulled out biggerIf we talk at allOne of you will pull the triggerI used to run those battle linesTrying to smooth over what got saidTrying to get a medalTrying to get some shrapnel in my headThought it was my dutyto plead and to imploreBut I caught too much crossfireIn your covert warThe television talks, fills the airSo you don't have to startYou claim you territories in the rooms upstairsTo keep yourselves apartHoly days they bring us all togetherAfter so much left unsaidYou taught us well not to kick under the tableKick under your breath insteadI used to stand between youTrying to smooth over what got saidTrying to get a medalTrying to get some shrapnel in my headThought it was my dutyTo plead and to imploreBut I caught too much crossfireIn your covert warOf coarse there was the anger where the love is strongIt spilled like gasolineIt's crude but its a power we can draw uponIf it fuels the right machineI love you and I'd never want to see you bleedWhen comments cut like steelSo to hold your fire I'd block the shot and take the hit for youAs if I could not feelI thought they'd passed right through meThat I had no scars to hideBut now I open up and try to loveAnd I find they're still insideI used to run those battle lines trying to plead and to implorePlease won't you hold the cease fire out a little longerUntil the next uproarI took it all in childhoodBut I can't take it no more'cause I caught too much crossfireIn your covert war
