Crazy Being Home Songtext
von Mark Wills

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 ran him off of the road
He just turned 22 last week
In the back of a Stryker somewhere in Tikrit
He never thought he′d live to be this old
It's crazy being home
Yeah, 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 of what he'd done
If they only knew what he had become
The girl he loved she swore that she'd wait
But he came home to a cold empty place
Had a burger today, he got a new cell phone
It′s crazy being home


The stars all look the same
And he still answers to his name
It′s okay, but something just ain't right
It′s right to fight for what you love
But his young eyes have seen too much
'Til you′ve been where he's been
You wouldn′t understand
And I hope you'll never have to, my friend

Well, he got the call, he's 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 friend is locked and loaded in his hands
And his 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
It's crazy being home
It′s crazy being home
Crazy being home