Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' on a 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 give him a smile
He said: Would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me? I'm feelin' pretty low
She said: I'm off in an hour and I know a place we can go
So they went down and sat on the pier
He said: I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care
'Cause I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?
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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter says: A soldier's comin' home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart, how it might be love
All of the things he was so scared of
He said: When it's gettin' kinda rough over here
I sit and think about that day on the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter says: A soldier's comin' 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 the local Vietnam dead?
Cryin' all alone underneath the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band
And one name read, and nobody really cared
'Cept that pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter says: A soldier's comin' home
When the letter says: A soldier's comin' home
