War can wait while I pick you up
From the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste

War can wait while I wash your skin
Of blood stains but I cannot wash away my guilt -
So young and lifeless, dangling in my arms
Sent to fight for what?
Tell me why?
Sent to fight for what?

War can wait while I pick you up
From the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home.
I carry you home.

Why kill so many young men, turning a blind eye?
As if their deaths can be justified, rationalised
Personified in a lyric or rhyme
When all I wanted to do was hug you alive
I wanted to hug
I wanted to hug you alive.

War can wait while I pick you up
From the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I wipe away the strands from your face
I carry you home from this barren waste
I carry you home.
I carry you home.

Broken-hearted, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low
War can wait, head bowed low

War can wait while I pick you up
From the bloody grave of mud and guts -
I carry you home.
I carry you home.

War can wait...
Walk away...

Written and recorded by Sean Wright in March 2008 for the WAR NO MORE album, which is album 12 in the Album-A-Month project. Production, programming, and mixing by Mark Tinley. www.funnymachine.com