you never missed your water till your and dried
you never missed your baby till she said goodbye
never thought the righteous path till it was gone
never missed your soul till you lived it out
you can't come back from guantanamo
now we climbed down off the mud and the slime
we thought about it and wondered why
we made a real round wheel
composed a song with a real good feel
we took the wrong turn with a big
your god is dead now you better try and find
i'm telling you for the last time
you can't come back from guantanamo
can't come home from guantanamo
little children know that you can't come home
ain't going back from guantanamo
you can't come back from guantanamo
can't come back from guantanamo