The hours creep across the face   As she paces across the floor   She can’t even get to sleep since Tony went to war   She feels bitchslapped and abandoned   By a world she thought she knew   Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two      Now they’re saying on the flat screen   They ain’t found a reason yet   We’re all bogged down in a quagmire   And there ain’t no end to it   No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on   She’s left standing on the home front   The two of them alone