He's living on the brink of a life he never wanted.
He's haunted by a memory of things he's seen and done.
But most of all a government that promised him a future,
and a country that would love him if he'd just pick up a gun.

He went into the Army 'cause he felt it was his duty,
and they taught him how to serve his country as a native son.
He worked so hard to be a man, to be a model soldier,
but it worried on his conscience when he had to shoot that gun.

CHOR Now he's runnin' from the demons in his head.
     He came back home, but all alone 'cause his buddies all are dead.
     He thinks it would be easier to join them all instead
     of runnin' from the demons in his head.

He came back from that ugly war determined to forget it.
He put aside his feelings, and he tried to hide his fears.
His wife said, "in your dreams at night you cry out in your slumber,
and you talk to people I don't know, and you soak yourself with tears.

CHOR He's runnin' with the demons in his head.
     He can't survive another night of nightmares in his bed.
     He thinks it would be easier to join them all instead
     of runnin' from the demons in his head.

Now he walks alone forever in a world not of his making;
a world that takes him further from the man he used to be.
He came back from his twelve month hell but never really made it,
'cause his buddies still reach out to him and he's going back to see.

CHOR No more runnin' from the demons in his head.
     Instead of hope his life is just a mystery he's read.
     He thinks it will be better when he joins them all instead
     of runnin' from the demons in his head.

     A one ounce pill of self-inflicted copper-plated lead
     is better than those demons in his head.

John W. Fox 7/99