The paper boy rounds the corner Newspaper in his hand It’s early morning, the first editions Just hitting the stands. The boy times his throw Aiming for a porch He throws a perfect strike A releaver in the wings While, most of the city is still asleep A few are awake Factory workers and day laborers Mothers making breakfasts, and Kids dressing for school Office workers and business people Have another hour before they will know The terrible news delivered to their doors. The country is at war. The president started a war. [instrument] A war without provocation A war without approvals A senseless war, A war we can not win With each new day, The newspaper makes it clear Blood and treasure are being wasted, on A war we can not win A war without meaning or reason. A war without a plan. A war we shouldn’t be in Another war we can not win It isn't the paper boy's fault He just delivers the news News about a war we didn't ask for A war, no one understands The paper boy can't be blamed, for Throwing us a curve The news is clear, The country has lost it's way, and The world is in chaos, over A war we can not win [Instrumental] The news is clear, The country has lost it's way, and The world is in chaos, over A war we can not win A war we can not win
