Off the road again

[Verse 1]
I'm running away again
Walking alone in the rain
Stumbling in the eerie silence
I'm a prisoner of war child
I'm a rebel who must go
Out on the road again
[Chorus]
But war is a bitter game, son.
You're no worse off than two or three times before
You burned the old beats of spring and summer
You left chains in the trees behind you
[Verse 2]
To get on the road again
I'm a prisoner of war child
I'm a rebel who must go
Out on the road again
But war is a bitter game, son.
You're no worse off than two or three times before
[Chorus]
But war is a bitter game, son.
You're no worse off than two or three times before
You burned the old beats of spring and summer
You left chains in the trees behind you