[Spoken word]
We wiped out all the Buffalo
Around the turn of the last century
And so it's factories and sawgrass
And wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me
The Midwest is a hollow place
That we filled with love and industry
We stared at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits
Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy
I wanted to see just a little bit of everything

Let me be two blackbirds on a highway sign
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore
I'm hoping I'm wrong

It's just five hours straight to home
From the town west of Sioux city
And so I searched through my great-grandpa's memoirs
For the devil in my bloodstream
Depression grabbed his throat
And choked the life out of him slowly
I've got the same blood coursing through my veins
It'll come for me eventually
I bet I'd be a fucking coward
I bet I'd never have the guts for war
Cause I can't spend another month away from here
These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore
But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home
Just let me know

[Chorus, sung]
Two blackbirds on a highway sign
Are laughing at me at four in the morning
They played the war drum out of time
So I'm not sure where I've been marching
I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore
I'm hoping I'm wrong
I'm hoping I'm wrong