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

Lately

I was wondering if she'd heard from him lately