Crazy Being Home

He almost forgot how to drive over here While he tried to survive a year over there Some young punk just flipped him off And ran him off of the road He just turned 22 last week In the back of a Stryker somewhere in Tikrit He never thought he'd live to be this old It's crazy being home Yeah, it's crazy being home He stepped off a plane Feels like yesterday They were waving flags and signs with his name They said they were proud of what he'd done If they only knew what he had become The girl he loved she swore that she'd wait But he came home to a cold empty place Had a burger today, he got a new cell phone It's crazy being home The stars all look the same And he still answers to his name It's okay, but something just ain't right It's right to fight for what you love But his young eyes have seen too much 'Til you've been where he's been You wouldn't understand And I hope you'll never have to, my friend Well, he got the call, he's back on a plane To where he belongs, it might sound insane But his brothers are there, they can't fight this alone So they dropped him right there in the blood red sand His best friend is locked and loaded in his hands And his sergeant yells, "Boys, it's time to go" And he thought, "It's crazy being home" It's crazy being home It's crazy being home It's crazy being home It's crazy being home It's crazy being home Crazy being home