In the fog lights There was tear gas floating through the twilight And he wondered what life would be like With a giant screen TV A fridge full of a beer and a conscience that's clean
You see, lately She'd been thinking 'bout her little tiny baby And the boy who had gone to defend me She's a good friend of mine But I can't take the place of her man anytime
And it won't be long 'Til he's coming home
You gotta bring your soldier home All those stones have all been thrown You gotta give a kid a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with whatever he did
Now, meanwhile He was reading magazines on the front line He was trying not to think about her life And what he might have done 'Cause it seemed like none of them were having any fun
You see lately She'd been acting kinda crazy Lately Oh man, I thought she was gonna hate me 'Cause I couldn't watch the little one I had so much to do I was so high-strung
And it won't be long 'Til Daddy's home
You gotta bring your soldier home All those stones have all been thrown You gotta give a kid a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with whatever he did
Lately All the hate escapes me Lately All the hate just escapes me Lately
So he phoned her He said "Darling I'm feeling so alone here Am I making myself perfectly clear? That I'm on my way back Just a couple more missions and I'll start getting packed"
You gotta bring your soldier home All those stones have all been thrown You gotta give a kid a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can live with whatever he did
Lately I was wondering if she'd heard from him lately
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