Missing the War - Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - June 1997

All is quiet
 His tired eyes see figures jotted down
 And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor
 Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
 She's sleeping like a baby
 She doesn't know he wasn't meant for this
 I'm missing the war
 I'm missing the war all night
 Missing the war
 I'm missing the war
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 He drove home again, pissed and beaten
 It's really no big deal
 It happens all the time, it's no big deal
 I'm missing the war
 
 I'm missing the war all night
 Missing the war
 I'm missing the war
 'Til beads of sunlight hit me in the morning
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 So much time, so little to say
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 Time may fly and dreams may die
 The shaking voice that tells him, "Go!"
 Still thinks he might, he knows he won't
 I'm missing the war
 I'm missing the war all night
 Missing the war
 I'm missing the war
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 Missing the war
 I'm missing the war