Helicopters

This is where the helicopters came to take me away

This is where the children used to play

This is only half a mile away from the attack

This is where my life changed in a day

And then it changed back

Buried in the din of rotor noise and close explosions

I do my best to synthesize the sounds and my emotions

This is where the allies bombed the school,

They say by mistake

Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake

Later at the hotel bar, the journalists are waiting

I hurry back to my guitar while they're commiserating

And I'll be leaving soon

I'll be leaving soon

Just as soon as we were on the ground

We were back in the jet

Just another three day foreign tour we'd never forget

It's hard to sympathize with all this devastation

Hopping 'round from site to site like tourists on vacation

And I'll be leaving soon

I'll be leaving soon

I can't help anyone cause everyone's so cold

Everyone's so skeptical of everything they're told

And even I get sick of needing to be sold

Though it's only half a month away, the media's gone

An entertaining scandel broke today, but I can't move on

I'm haunted by a story and I do my best to tell it

Can't even give this stuff away, why would I sell it?

Everybody's laughing, while at me they point a finger

A world that loves its irony must hate the protest singer

So I'll be leaving soon

I'll be leaving soon

I'll be leaving soon

I'll be leaving soon