The Uncivil War Martina McBride

There's a silence on the front lines
You can cut it with a knife
You can stay and take your chances
Or you can run to save your life

And one side is retreating
And the other's running scared
And the drums of war are beating
Ever through it's undeclared

And both sides say they're winning
And both sides know they're losing
And neither one knows what they're fighting for

And in the quiet little places
You can see their little faces
Huddled right outside the bedroom door
Praying for an end to this uncivil war

Papa 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 guess
They're just fighting off the hunger
Trying to keep from going under
But the wolves just keep on gathering around the door