Lyrics

There's bayonets and bones In these Virginian cobbled stones All buried 'neath the shadows of your mind And now a shopping mall is found Built on that bloody battleground And I always see it open on my way home Signs that advertise free salvation Are the very ones who take your soul away But there's you and me and 103 Reasons to leave those troubled days behind I can empathise myself I know it can be overwhelming History's rubbed its grubby hands on everything There's the dates and piles of embers Someone's bothered to remember It's the secrets that weren't written down that haunt you You say, 'If ghosts they really do walk among us 'Then these must be the angriest of all' But there's you and me and 103 Reasons to leave those troubled days behind There's a deer head that's mounted in the K-Mart It was donated when they closed the Five and Dine With antlers like strikes of lightning Frozen in time We're always worried when you're gone You said you'd spaced out on the lawn Counting columns of the antebellum homes When you woke up in Athens, Greece You were surrounded by police Who picked you up and lovingly carried you back home To dredge your dreaming for flashes of meaning It's like running alongside a moving train But there's you and me and 103 Reasons to leave those troubled days behind Yeah there's you and me, 1863 Watching the proclamation being signed