Dan Mills - Someone Else's War lyrics

Dawn is homeless on a suitcase by the train While city princes hail cabs to beat the rain Stacks of books she never reads She never begs There's reservations on her mind and in her head I spend my days searching for my soul And as we roar along the truth is left untold I know my brother came and turned some heads before But that was then And this is someone else's war Covered faces on the pictures and the news Are covered faces in my home and in my shoes A bigger stage should make it quicker than before But now it's jeans not oily key that open doors All the buildings are selling poison on the street They probably brand a better ground for better feet She breaks her back to have the cash to break her face And even worse my broken heart, my broken faith