There's a sweet little farmhouse in Virginia Full of guns and ammunition In the driveway there's some pickup trucks With shotgun racks and camouflage paint Down a path to the river There's some good ole boy just drinkin' and fishin' And when the shit hits the fan, you know just who to call Or who to blame And you can try And you can try But you can't look away You can't look away You can't look away You can try But you can't look away She steps out of the bathtub, barely covers up with a towel And gets the front door It's the college boy from up the street Here to cut the grass while her husband's away And the neighbors they peaked through the blinds 'Cause they know her man's overseas, lost in the war She fixes her hair up, lets the boy inside For lemonade Yeah you can try And you can try But you can't look away Yeah you can't look away You can't look away You can try But you can't look away And it's a colorful sight It's got the dark and the light It's never just black and white Or even grey You can't look away There's a sweet little girl with a folded up flag On the foot of her bed Red white and blue turns to black suits and dresses And headlights in the rain She doesn't notice the headstone and the white bouquets And the leftover last respects It's just the one purple wildflower Coming up from the dirt on the grave It's a colorful sight It's got the dark and the light It's never just black and white Or even grey You can't look away You can't look away You can't look away You can try but you can't look away Oh you can try but you can't look away You can try but you can't look away You can try but you can't look away You can try but you can't look away Try but you can't look away You can try but you can't look away Try but you can't look away Try but you can't look away