Ann Wilson - Little Problems Little Lies lyrics

I come down from Ft. Lewis First time PFC And kickin' in these doorways Ain't natural to me But now I got my orders That evil lives inside Hate the sin and k** the sinner And do it all with pride Here I lie bleedin' In a bombed out SUV No more cell reception No more light to see Screamin' hopeless questions Dreamin' 'bout my home Till the chopper comes from heaven To gather up my bones And I'm standin' on a ledge Out here on the edge And the moon is hangin' high It fills my dyin' eyes Little problems, little lies Little problems, little lies And all the young dudes fighting So far away from home Some are unsung heroes Some are made of stone And some of them are broken The broken places strong Some of them are crazy Their innocence is gone And I'm standin' on a ledge Out here on the edge And the moon is hangin' high And it fills my dyin' eyes Little problems, little lies Ooh, little problems, little lies Ooh, little problems, little lies