There’s a time I cried beady and took to much younBut I’m a way you stand and interested in how not to feelnThe guns are hurting my dreamsnFor you don’t hardly seenWe may only show you somenWatch your stupid guns you sonnWhen nothing matters anymorenI not believe you enough to go to warnWhen nothing matters anymorenI not believe you enough to go to warnThere’s a time I cried any man is better than nonenThe time alone I spent and dreaded the day the battle is wonnThe joy son and could be dead (The joy son could be dead)nThe stranger in my bed (The stranger in my bed)nMeet me in a carefree halfnSwings me around the garden pathnWhen nothing matters anymorenI not believe you enough to go to warnWhen nothing matters anymorenI’m not the girl you left to go to warnI thought I knew the man you werenNightmares are the things you must have done when you couldnI been singing all you could say loving you anymore is gonenI won’t trust those arms to hold those hands to mould my soulnI don’t want him to rush at younSo I don’t want him to grow up like younI don’t want him to rush at younSo I don’t want him to grow up like youn