The hours creep across the face As she paces across the floor She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war She feels bitchslapped and abandoned By a world she thought she knew Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two Now they're saying on the flat screen They ain't found a reason yet We're all bogged down in a quagmire And there ain't no end to it No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on She's left standing on the home front The two of them alone