Between the Lines - Chuck Ragan

I see the fire through the trees

Hear the hollers through the breeze

Drowning out the season like there’s none

Hold the blue steel in my hands

Moving my feet over land

While I’m thanking God I’ve got a gun

Nothing like a war at hand

To turn a boy into a man

Learning about surviving on the run

Dodging whistles in the dark

Walking soft and hiding sparks

Praying bullets find another home

Oh here we go, another stand you know

Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving, keeping on

Oh here we go, another stand you know

What a rush, what a ride, either way I fall between the lines

I was born with a choice

Fight for freedom or fight the tours

Either way the fighting never ends

Stuck in mud in no man’s land

Or resting easy in the sands

Smelling that great ocean in the wind

Oh here we go, another stand you know

Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving, keeping on

Oh here we go, another stand you know

What a rush, what a ride, either way I fall between the lines

Oh please mama, hear my distant call

This may be my last stand after all

So if the night comes and I fall

Somewhere in the dark I ask

Know for greater good I gave my all

Give the ones I know my love

Tell them I was worth the blood

That I shed on grounds far from home

Oh here we go, another stand you know

Carry on, carry strong, keep surviving, keeping on

Oh here we go, another stand you know

What a rush, what a ride, either way I fall between the lines