Prisoner of War

Was it real or just time well spent?
Does a picture mean more than just words?
The middle ground of the continent,
where the tender streetlights shone soft and blurred.
The fade to black we couldn't have forseen.
But time stole the leaves from the spring.
Whatever happens from now on
Away from her is always too long.

Chorus:
And the line that's been drawn in the sand.
Is strengthened with more than just barbed wire.
Cause with us or against us is the new command.
So too your love's a prisoner of war.

Well you pick yourself up off your feet.
And your therapy seems to work for me.
The road you're on has many twists and bends.
Enjoy the turns my well weathered friend.

Repeat chorus.