I heard the thunder in the dark,
Boots sunk deep in the bitter mud.
The river whispered something low,
Then it took you down beneath the flood.
We were only following orders,
But no one ever taught us how to lead.
Now your name is carved in silence,
And all that’s left is me.
Blame the w*r, blame the rain,
Blame the gods who never came.
Blame the boots, the map, the night,
Blame the flicker of that light.
Blame the mud that wouldn’t dry,
Blame the field and blame the sky…
But it always comes back to me.
Yeah, it always comes back to me.
I wrote a letter to your father,
Said it happened fast and clean.
Didn’t tell him I had doubts,
Didn’t say what I had seen.
I could’ve kept you in the camp,
Could’ve changed the plan that day,
But I let you go out walking
Where the river stole you away.
Blame the w*r, blame the rain,
Blame the ghosts that have no name.
Blame the orders passed along,
Blame the right that turned out wrong.
Blame the silence, blame the field,
Blame the weight I cannot yield…
But it always comes back to me.
Yeah, it always comes back to me.
They think a leader’s made of stone,
But I’m just flesh, just skin and bone.
Every step I told them take—
I feel it every time I wake.
You led the way like soldiers do,
But I was supposed to protect you.
Blame the w*r, blame the rain,
Blame the past we can't explain.
Blame the dreams that I still keep,
Blame the names I cry in sleep.
Blame the river, blame the flood…
But your dog tags are in my b***d.
And it always comes back to me.
Yeah, it always comes back to me.