we met the bones of us in our old backyard

and i dug 'em all up with nothing but an old guitar

and the past starts talking with younger souls

about the dreams that we started off with

before we both let go



and it’s time to figure out

time to figure out

time to figure out

this war



time to figure out

time to figure out

figure out who I’m fighting for



into the unknown

let’s follow this through

i’m fighting for us

but most of all for you

our hearts like a flood

that washes us new

i’m fighting for us

but most of all for you



most of all for you



and the clock moves forward

we let our love get sore

it was one of those arguments

can’t remember what the fight was for

i heard the front door slam and

after the aftermath

i saw you smiling back at me

from a box of photographs



and it’s time to figure out

time to figure out

time to figure out

this war



time to figure out

time to figure out

figure out what I’m fighting for



into the unknown

let’s follow this through

i’m fighting for us

but most of all for you



Behind the Song:

the bones of us: story behind the song - by Jon Foreman

There’s more than skeletons in the closet. There’s dead dreams, lost ideas, false hopes, and forgotten plans. Time is a strange engine. It lurches forward in fits and starts. Seasons pass like days, and a night can stretch for eternity.

Who are we now? Whoever we are, it’s not who we were.

I remember when we first began to rehearse this song, it felt like we fell into a trance and stumbled on what a daydream would sound like if you played it on the guitar.

This is a tune that digs at the bones of the past with an eye on the future. Am I fighting for me? Maybe… Am I fighting for us? Yes… But most of all, I’m fighting for you.