“Next time, you’ll try Route 7. We had a man there, But he’s been reported killed⁠—” Oh, there is a hole Somewhere deep in the ground where the rabbits hide, But I’ve never found it⁠— They stuck up signs and a flag And it was war and you went and got scared to death By the roar and the yells and the people trying to kill you Till anything else seemed better⁠—and there you were, Driving mules with papers sewn in your boots, But people still wanting to kill you⁠—and no way out. If you deserted, the mute-faced woman would know And that would be the worst⁠—and if you went back, It would be Bull Run and yelling and all that blood When it made you sick to your stomach. Even at school You always had to fight. There was no way out.