Carry Them Home

Another name came through this morning another voice reduced to news Another family learns the language of having nothing left to lose Somebody swears there was a reason Somebody swears somebody chose But reasons sound a little different when you're identifying clothes How many more before the numbers start resembling names? How many more before somebody admits what this became? Carry them home Carry them home Whatever is left carry them home Carry them home... There are people disappearing while the rest of us debate who deserves another funeral who was born on either side of hate And somewhere underneath the arguing another mother gets the call No victory inside that sentence No meaning underneath it all Carry them home Carry them home Whatever is left carry them home And if tomorrow comes to find me with another name crossed out there'll be no grand declaration no righteous words coming out Only this: There was a person here. There was a laugh somebody knew. There was a number in a telephone somebody still scrolls through. There was a place set at a table. There were plans for getting old. There were ordinary fucking Tuesdays that should never have been stolen. So tell me WHAT DID IT BUY? WHAT DID IT FIX? WHO GOT THEIR FUCKING LIFE BACK AFTER ANY OF THIS? WHO WON? WHO WON? WHO WON? WHEN THE BODY COUNT KEEPS ANSWERING? Take every reason Take every side Take every slogan used to justify another trigger another name another family never quite the same TAKE YOUR HATRED TAKE YOUR FAITH TAKE THE STORY THAT MAKES IT OKAY THEN STAND BESIDE WHOEVER HAS TO STAY AND SAY THEIR NAME SAY THEIR NAME Carry them home Carry them home Whatever is left carry them home No victory. No reason. Just somebody missing where somebody should be. Carry them home. Please. Carry them home.