Mars

	  		Gm Cm 

Gm          Cm        Gm 
We laid our names to rest 
                  D#            Cm 
Along the dotted line. 
Gm 
We left our date of birth 
                Cm 
And our history behind. 


Cm              D# 
We were full of life, 
                F       Gm 
We could barely hold it in. 
                F 
We were amateurs at war, 
                Cm 
Strangers to suffering. 


            Gm       D# 
We made our families proud 
                        Gm 
But scared at the same time. 
                    F 
We promised weâ??d be safe, 
                        Cm 
Another lie from the front lines. 

      
    D#                   
Our backs against the wall, 
                 Gm 
Weâ??re surrounded and afraid. 
                        F 
Our lives now in the hands 
                Cm       
Of the soldiers taking aim. 


     D# 
Our questions ricochet 
                Gm 
Like broken satellites: 
                        F 
How our bodies, born to heal, 
                    Gm 
Become so prone to die? 

Cm 

Gm 
Though time is ruthless, 
                              Cm 
It showed us kindness in the end, 

(By slowing down enough,) 
(A second chance to make amends.) 
Gm                   Cm                      D# 
As life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim: 


     Cm            D# 
"lay your weapons down! 
                Gm 
Theyâ??re calling off the war 
                        F 
On account of losing track 
                        Cm 
Of what weâ??re fighting for." 


                           D# 
So we found our way back home, 
                    Cm    Gm 
Let our cuts and bruises heal. 
                        F 
While a brand-new war began, 
                            Cm 
One that no one else could feel. 


                           D# 
Our nights have grown so long. 
                      Gm 
Now we beg for sound advice. 
                        F 
"let the brokenness be felt 
                          Cm 
'til you reach the other side. 
           D# 
There is goodness in the heart 
           Gm 
Of every broken man 
                                F 
Who comes right up to the edge 
                        Cm 
Of losing everything he has." 
        Gm            D# 
(Losing everything he has) 
              Gm 
(Losing everything he has) 
                        F 
We were young enough to sign 
                     D# 
Along the dotted line. 

(To build a better life) 
                    Gm 
(To build a better life) 
                 
                        F 
Now weâ??re young enough to try 
                   Gm 
To build a better life. 
Cm                 Gm 
To build a better life. 

Cm