The news has come around in this quiet little town
The men are up in arms for their family and their farms
It’s time to take a stand for their homes and their land
Since the day that news came things have never been the same

The men agree at dawn and that doesn’t leave them long
He’s knows this time tomorrow most likely he’ll be gone
Riding home he thinks of things he can tell his son
His wife she’ll understand and his daughters’ still too young

He’s going to fight for his family
And he knows what he believes
And there he’ll die thinking of them
On the battlefield of dreams

Thinking of his wife and children safe asleep in bed
The birthdays he’ll miss as he kisses their heads
Slipping out the back he knows they’ll wonder why
He left before they had a chance to say goodbye

Just like your father before – you can’t go back anymore

Leaving them behind he thinks of all those times
Late inside their home – his children safe and warm
He turns for a last look as he begins to ride away
He prays they’ll never have to do what he had to do today

He’s going to fight for his family
And he knows what he believes
And there he’ll die thinking of them
On the battlefield of dreams