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