There's a silence
on the front lines
You can cut it with a knife
You can stay and take your chances
You can run to save your life
And one side is retreating
And the others are running scared
And the drums of war are beat
Even though it's undeclared
And both sides say they're winning
And both sides know they're losing
And neither one knows
what they're fighting for
In the quiet little places,
you can see the little faces
Huddled right outside the
bed room door
Praying for an end to this uncivil war
Papa needs a new job
So he's swallowing his pride
Oh, but it don't go down easy
And it eats him up inside
Mama, she don't know this
Little sister's raggedless
Maybe she don't notice
Much of anything, I guess
They're just fighting off the hunger
Trying to keep from going under
But the wolves just keep on gathering
round the door
There's no place to run for cover,
so they're turning on each other
Cause there really ain't no
winners anymore
Just victims in this uncivil war
There's a silence on the front lines
You can cut it with a knife
You can stay and take your chances
Or you can run to save your life
You