Song Description

One soldier helps another to safety after the latter has been injured by friendly fire.

Lyrics

RUN TO YOUR GARRISON
© Sean Griffin 2006


You’ve got to take small steps.
This army’s not the best -
Cut off our allies or blow some out of the water.
We’re untrained for this:
Friendly fire amiss.
Your leg’s a mess but can you make it back to your quarters?

Dug into a swamp
Dodging smartless bombs,
And you get hit.
Leave the battle zone.
Head on back for home.
Recouperate.

Run to your garrison
When you’re bleeding.
Run to your garrison
Losing feelings.
Limp to your Daddy son.
Start the healing.

We can stop a moment
Despite the explosions
Misunderstood by colleagues thinking you’ve gone missing in action.
Rest and catch your breath.
Fight against those thoughts of death.
Battle unforgiveness, but no heat seeking retaliation.

Run to your garrison
When you’re bleeding.
Run to your garrison
Losing feelings.
Limp to your Daddy son.
Start the healing.

'Incoming'
-coughing-
'You alright Brady?'
'Yeah I'm okay.'
'What about Jimmy? Where is Jimmy?'
'Dunno (cough) Must be back there if he's still alive...
Serg where're you goin'?.....Serg that's madness right now!'
'Jimmy...Jimmy...Jimmy!...Can you walk?...Come on let's get you out of here...Just take small steps.'

Run to your...
Run to your...
Run to your...
Run.

Run to your garrison
When you’re bleeding.
Run to your garrison
Losing feelings.
Limp to your Daddy son.
Start the healing.

Run to your garra...
Run to your garra...

Run to your garrison.
Garrison.
Run to your garrison.
Garrison.
Limp to your Daddy son.
Garrison.

Garrison.
Garrison.

'Just take small steps.'