The Trenches of Love

Don’t ask me what dreams are made of

Because I’m in the trenches of love

Victimized by all the wounded doves

That’s right when push comes to shove,

On the front lines can you see the signs?

A broken home is a land mine

Maybe you forgot to wine and dine

Maybe your pockets weren’t lined,

Always good to visit each other’s family

Does it mean anything really?

No there are never any guarantees

No mercy among the divorced amputees,

No quarter will be given

Even if you’re on the high side of living

No matter how much you’ve been giving

She’s gone stop you’re sniveling,

I’m in the trenches of love

Where nightmares are made of

It’s you she will shove

Yes, that’s right, the little wounded dove,

You’re now in a forward area

There are things worse than malaria

Watch for the mustard gas in your capillaria

The broken hearted will be storming the wysteria!

Your commanding officer orders, “Move ahead!”

But you get your heart torn out of your chest instead

You’ve become the walking wounded the walking dead

Thanks to love you’ve made your own bed,

I’m in the trenches of love

This is what veterans are made of

Under siege by the wounded doves

You surrendered because she fit like a glove.