write this in "18" The sky is red and the gas is burning yellow The daisy cutters fly My feet are rotting, the trench is just mean and wet I wish I was home
I was talking to a friend for a minute In a second he lay dead, still and silent on the ground I swear he never knew what hit him He was telling me of a girl and getting married as soon as he was home
Home across the ocean Too late for everything
I keep myself alive and awake By sharing my flask of whisky and rum I never drank much before But I picked up some habits that I never had at home
Home across the ocean Too late for everything
100 Abdullah Egyptians ...a treasure I had found By the body of a fallen soldier He won't be needing them I smoke them in silence and dream of being home
