TWO DAYS PAST EIGHTEEN
HE WAS WAITING
FOR THE BUS
IN HIS ARMY GREENS
SAT DOWN IN A BOOTH
IN A CAFE' THERE
GAVE HIS ORDER
TO A GIRL
WITH A BOW
IN HER HAIR
HE'S A LITTLE SHY
SO SHE GAVE HIM A SMILE
AND HE SAID
WOULD YOU MIND
SITTIN' DOWN FOR AWHILE
AND TALKIN' TO ME
I'M FEELIN' A LITTLE LOW
SHE SAID
I'M OFF IN AN HOUR
AND I KNOW WHERE
WE CAN GO
SO THEY WENT DOWN
AND THEY SAT ON
THE PIER
HE SAID I BET YOU GOT
A BOYFRIEND
BUT I DON'T CARE
I'VE GOT NO ONE
TO SEND A LETTER TO
WOULD YOU MIND
IF I SENT ONE BACK HERE
TO YOU
HOW I CRIED
NEVER GONNA HOLD
THE HAND
OF ANOTHER GUY
TOO YOUNG
FOR HIM THEY TOLD HER
WAITIN' FOR THE LOVE
OF A TRAVELIN' SOLDIER
OUR LOVE
WILL NEVER END
WAITIN' FOR THE SOLDIER
TO COME BACK AGAIN
NEVER MORE
BE ALONE
WHEN THE LETTER SAYS
A SOLDIER'S
COMING HOME
SO THE LETTERS CAME
FROM AN ARMY CAMP
IN CALIFORNIA
THEN VIETNAM AND HE
TOLD HER OF HIS HEART
IT MIGHT BE LOVE
AND ALL OF THE THINGS
HE WAS SO SCARED OF
IT SAID
WHEN IT'S GETTING
KIND OF ROUGH OVER HERE
I THINK OF THAT DAY
SITTING DOWN
AT THE PIER
AND I CLOSE MY EYES
AND SEE YOUR PRETTY
SMILE
DON'T WORRY
BUT I WON'T BE ABLE
TO WRITE FOR AWHILE
HOW I CRIED
NEVER GONNA HOLD
THE HAND
OF ANOTHER GUY
TOO YOUNG
FOR HIM THEY TOLD HER
WAITIN' FOR THE LOVE
OF A TRAVELIN' SOLDIER
OUR LOVE
WILL NEVER END
WAITIN' FOR THE SOLDIER
TO COME BACK AGAIN
NEVER MORE
BE ALONE
WHEN THE LETTER SAYS
A SOLDIER'S
COMING HOME
ONE FRIDAY NIGHT
AT A FOOTBALL GAME
THE LORD'S PRAYER SAID
AND THE ANTHEM SANG
AND A MAN SAID FOLKS
WOULD YOU BOW
YOUR HEADS
FOR A LIST OF LOCAL
VIETNAM VETS
CRYIN' ALL ALONE
UNDER THE STANDS
WAS THE PICCOLO
PLAYER
IN THE MARCHING BAND
AND ONE NAME READ
AND NOBODY
REALLY CARED
BUT A PRETTY
LITTLE GIRL
WITH A BOW IN HER HAIR
HOW I CRIED
NEVER GONNA HOLD
THE HAND
OF ANOTHER GUY
TOO YOUNG
FOR HIM THEY TOLD HER
WAITIN' FOR THE LOVE
OF A TRAVELIN' SOLDIER
OUR LOVE
WILL NEVER END
WAITIN' FOR THE SOLDIER
TO COME BACK AGAIN
NEVER MORE BE ALONE
WHEN THE LETTER SAYS
A SOLDIER'S
COMING HOME