Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows; ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home

And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out

All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home

Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out

Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
Cause it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To break me down
To break me down

To break me down
Your heavens trying everything
Your heavens trying everything
To break me... down

Maccon is just one of many soldiers fighting the war..... all he wants is to go back home, hug his friends and loved ones, hold his sweetheart Ivory and kiss her, to not have to worry about if he'll see the next sunrise..... he wishes he wasnt so far from home. The words of one of a movie keep floating around in his head, I know it sounds silly, but they are very true...

"A man fires a rifle for many years, and he goes to war, and afterward he turns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes that he is finished with the rifle, but no matter what he does with his hands, love a woman, build a house... change his sons diaper..... his hands remeber the rifle..... we are still.... in the desert" qoute taken from the movie Jarhead