Lyrics:

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 beer and a conscience that's clean

See lately
she'd been thinking about 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
when all those stones have all been thrown
gotta give, get 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 frontline
he was trying not to think about her life
and what he might have done cause it seemed like neither one of them
were having any fun

See lately
she'd been acting kinda crazy lately
Oh man I thought she was gonna hate me
Cause I couldn't watch her 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
when all those stones have all been thrown
gotta give, get a chance to get a look at his kid
and hope he can live with whatever he did

And lately, all the hate escapes me
and lately all the hate just escapes me lately

So he phoned her
said darling I've been feeling so alone here
am I making myself perfectly clear
and I'm on my way back just a couple more missions and I start getting packed

You gotta bring your soldier home
when all those stones have all been thrown
gotta give, get a chance to get a look at his kid
and hope he can live with whatever he did

Lately I was wondering if she heard from him lately
oh lately I was wondering if she heard from him lately