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 k**ing 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 k**ing 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...