This uncivil war         (gretchen peters)      There's a silence on the front lines   You can cut it with a knife   You can stay and take your changes   Or you can run to save your life   And one side is retreating   And the other's runnin scared   And the drums of war are beating   Even 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 the 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 fightin off the hunger   Tryin to keep from goin under   But the wolves just keep on   Gatherin' round the door   There's no place to run for cover   So they're turning on each other   Cause there really ain't no winners anymore   Just victims of this uncivil war      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