You think he's the father you never had. He would have disappointed you…

Hiding in the Falcon's hollows,

He held on to his blue-lit holo,

Staring at his family, all whole,

But that isn't what he has right now.

Daddy's flying in the cockpit,

And Mommy's down on the planet.

They argued and now they've had it.

He's caught in the crossfire.

Hugs his arms around his knees,

Starts whispering "just please."

He's saying, he's praying

I wish words were like little toy guns.

No sting, no hurt no one.

Just a pow, pow, rolling off your tongue.

No light, no burning,

No kick from the trigger when you're shooting,

No pain, no damage done.

I wish words were like little toy guns.

Just a pow, pow rolling off your tongue.

I wish words were like little toy guns.

Wish there was a white flag waving,

Or that they were both just faking,

That it was just a game they were playing,

Like troopers vs. rebels.

Leave the plastic blasters in the front yard,

Throw away the score card.

Just turn off all the noise!

I wish words were like little toy guns.

No sting, no hurt no one.

Just a pow, pow, rolling off your tongue.

No light, no burning,

No kick from the trigger when you're shooting,

No pain, no damage done.

I wish words were like little toy guns.

Just a pow, pow, rolling off your tongue.

I wish words were like little toy guns.

I wish they didn't cut like a knife.

I wish they didn't break you inside.

I wish they didn't pow, pow, make you want to run.

Like little toy guns.

No sting, no hurt no one.

Just a pow, pow, rolling off your tongue.

No light, no burning,

No bolt from the trigger when you're shooting,

No pain, no damage done.

I wish words were like little toy guns.

Just a pow, pow, rolling off your tongue.

I wish words were like little toy guns.