Helicopters

This is where the helicopters came to take me away
 This is where the children used to play
 This is only half a mile away from the attack
 This is where my life changed in a day,
 And then it changed back
 Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions
 I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions
 This is where the allies bombed the school,
 They say by mistake
 Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
 Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting
 I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating
 And I'll be leaving soon
 I'll be leaving soon
 Just as soon as we were on the ground
 We were back in the jet
 Just another three-day foreign tour we'd never forget
 It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation
 Hopping round from site to site like tourists on vacation
 And I'll be leaving soon
 I'll be leaving soon
 I can't help anyone 'cause everyone's so cold
 Everyone's so skeptical of everything they're told
 And even I get sick of needing to be sold
 Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone
 An entertaining scandal broke today, but I can't move on
 I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it
 Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?
 Everybody's pointing while at me they point a finger
 A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer
 So I'll be leaving soon
 I'll be leaving soon
 I'll be leaving soon
 I'll be leaving soon