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