Mark Wills - "Crazy Being Home"

He almost forgot how to drive over here
While he tried to survive a year over there.
Some young punk just flipped him off
And run him off of the road
He just turned 22 last week
In the back of a Stryker somewhere in Tecreat
He never thought he'd live to be this old.
It’s crazy being home.
It's crazy being home.

He stepped off a plane,
Feels like yesterday.
They were waving flags and signs with his name,
They said they were proud for what he'd done.
If they only knew what he had become...
The girl he loved, she swore she would wait,
But he came home to a cold empty place.
Had a burger today, got a new cell phone
It’s crazy being home.

The stars don’t look the same,
He still answers to his name,
It’s ok, something just ain’t right.
You try to fight for what you love,
But his young eyes have seen too much.
Till you been where he's been,
You wouldn’t understand.
I hope you never have to, my friend

He got to call us back on a plane,
To where he belongs, it might sound insane.
But his brothers are there, they can't fight this alone.
So they dropped him right there in the blood red sand
His best friends is locked and loaded in his hands
And the sergeant yells, "Boys, it's time to go."
And he thought, "It’s crazy being home."
It’s crazy being home
It’s crazy being home
It’s crazy being home