In the fog There was tear gas floating through the And he wondered what life be like With a giant screen TV, a full of beer And a conscience clean
See She'd been thinking her little tiny baby And the boy who had gone to me She's a good friend of But I can't take the of her man anytime
And it won't be long he's coming home
You gotta bring soldier home When all stones have all been thrown Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with he did
Now He was reading on the front line He was trying not to about her life And what he might have 'Cause it seemed neither one of them Were any fun
See She'd been kinda crazy lately Oh man, I thought she was gonna me 'Cause I couldn't her little one I had so much to do, I was so high
And it won't be long till daddy's
You gotta your soldier home When all those stones all been thrown You give, get a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can live whatever he did
And lately, all the hate me And lately all the hate just me lately
So he her He said, "Darling, I've been so alone here Am I making perfectly clear And I'm on my way back just a couple missions And I start packed"
You gotta your soldier home When all those stones have all been give, get a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with he did
Lately I was wondering if she heard him lately Oh, lately I was wondering if she heard him lately