Rosanne Cash - The walking wounded

We're in the c^C#mhurch house kneeling down We're in the ^Asus2subways underground We're in the b^Bars and on the street We drive a t^C#mruck we walk a beat We're in the m^C#mills and factories We make the s^Asus2teel we cut the trees A thousand-y^Bard stare, eyes of glass But we will s^C#mee you when you pass

We lost our h^C#momes, we lost our dreams All our g^Asus2oals have turned into schemes We hurt each ^Bother and ourselves So after l^C#mong, traumatic spells

We are the ^C#mwalking We are the w^Aalking We are the w^Balking wounded ^C#m

We cried out ^C#mfrom the deepest pit But rise back ^Aup each time we're hit We fell from p^Bower and from grace But resurre^C#mction's in our face We're just like l^C#mittle girls and boys We pl^Aay with grown up toys We never th^Bought of sink or swim My brother h^C#murts me so I hurt him

We are the w^C#malking We are the w^Aalking We are the w^Balking wounded ^C#m

Like a c^C#mircle, round and round We go ^Asus2up so we come down We don't exp^Blain or apologize We pull the v^C#meil across our eyes We ^C#msee through your fake refrain But we won't ^Asus2let you see our pain You may not k^Bnow us but you'll see There are m^C#more than you'd believe

We are the w^C#malking We are the w^Aalking We are the w^Balking We are the w^C#malking

We are the w^C#malking We are the wa^Alking We are the wa^Blking wounded ^C#m