Bricks And Mortar

Bricks and Mortar, bricks and mortar
And the geese are headed south down to the border
Down to the Border

Bricks and Mortar, bricks and mortar
And the razor wire and the lookout tower
I got four more years
To fly away

In between her hand-muffled screams
I saw her eyes alight with a fire and fight;
I stepped back,
Walked out the door

Drove until I reached the house of blues
And then I found myself in a holding cell
To find my way,
To pay my dues

Bricks and Mortar, bricks and mortar
Concertina wire and the lookout tower
I got four more years (+ six days to count)
To fly away

In my dreams now I lie awake
But then I wake up quick
And my eyes take in four bare walls
and cold steel bars

When I’m free I’ll have the chance to be
Who I was before
this infernal war and this dance,
this misery.