I'm driving down my neighborhood
It's a nice day outside.
It's a nice day for a drive
It's too nice to stay inside.

I take a turn down the street
It's littered with trash everywhere.
Suddenly my heart starts to beat
As I become tense through my body.

I remember being in my patrol vehicle
Driving around the wrecked streets of Iraq
Keeping on the lookout for bombs
Hidden in the skeletons of the wrecks.

Suddenly, a bomb goes off
Before I could process it, my ride is in the air.
As we land with a metallic thud,
Black smoke goes billowing in the air.

I stare at the trash-ridden road
I decide to go back home.
It's a nice day outside
I think I'll just stay inside.