Rusting: a slow-burn waltz   Iron and air as they wait for something.   Wait for when, wait for what, wait for whom?   Forty New Years and a North Star State hospital room   And you.      Have I been rusting, too, oh, dear soldier?   cuz I've been waiting.   And I'm a little worse for the wear    (as I'm sure you're aware by now)   So forgive me. Please come out?   Oh, you're killing me, boy scout.   I fought for victory   As I stormed the beach.      Beneath the corrosion,   Metal lies lustrous, metal lies brave   As the day it was hung from the neck   Of a bright-eyed boy from Texas   For his valor. For your valor,   On my honor, I will not dissappoint you again.         Have I been rusting, too, oh, dear soldier?   cuz I've been waiting.   And I'm a little worse for the wear    (as I'm sure you're aware by now)   So forgive me. Please come out?   Oh, you're killing me, boy scout.   I fought for victory   As I stormed the beach.   But my campaign has failed,   Though I fought valiantly.   Your defenses, dear soldier   Have pushed me back to sea.      Clutching this fistful of sand   That will make its way home with me   Destined for a bottle on a mantle: white label, black block print: "Places I've been (slash) would like to see again."      But my campaign has failed,   Though I fought valiantly.   Your defenses, dear soldier   Have pushed me back to sea.      Back to sea   I won't be back to see you...