(Gretchen Peters)There's a silence on the front lines
You can cut it with a knife
You can stay and take your changes
Or you can run to save your life
And one side is retreating
And the other's runnin scared
And the drums of war are beating
Ever through its undeclaredAnd both sides say they're winning
And both sides know they're losing
And neither one knows that they're fighting for
And in the quiet little places
You can see the little faced
Huddled right outside the bedroom door
Praying for an end to this uncivil warPapa needs a new job
So he's swallowing his pride
Oh, but it don't go down easy
And it eats him up inside
And mama, she don't notice
Little sister's ragged dress
Lately she don't notice
Much of anything
I guessBoth sides say they're winning
And both sides know they're losing
And neither one knows that they're fighting for
And in the quiet little places
You can see the little faced
Huddled right outside the bedroom door
Praying for an end to this uncivil warThey're just fightin off the hunger
Tryin to keep from goin under
But the wolves just keep on
Gatherin' round the door
There's no place to run for cover
So they're turning on each other
Cause there really ain't no winners anymore
Just victims of this uncivil warThere's a silence on the front life's
You can cut it with a knife
You can stay and take your chances
Or you can run to save your life