He cries and kicks an old tin can
Walkin' down the road
He's shoulderin' a heavy load
For only ten years old
He thinks that he's done somethin' wrong
Don't know what it is
All he knows is Mama left last Sunday
And ain't been home again

Dad sips on his coffee
And he lights a cigarette
He stares out at the road
A hopin' maybe she'll come back
He meant to say 'I love you'
You are my closest friend
Before she packed her bag and left last Sunday
And ain't been home again

Oh the casualties of love these days
Are lying everywhere
The young and old, the weak and strong
Are crying in despair
And they're searching for the answers
But they don't come anywhere
Oh the casualties of love these days
Are lying everywhere

She wakes up in her mother's house
The tears run down her face
She grieves the heartache that she's made
But had to go someplace
She's torn between her promise
And a chance for happiness
So she packed her bag and left last Sunday
And ain't been home again

Oh the casualties of love these days
Are lying everywhere
The young and old, the weak and strong
Are crying in despair
And they're searching for the answers
But they don't come anywhere
Oh the casualties of love these days
Are lying everywhere

Oh the casualties of love these days
Are lying everywhere