Well I think I'm gonna write to you tomorrow
'Cause I know you're living in sorrow
You took my heart when I was a young boy
Now they're taking my body to destroy

I just wanted to get out
Find a place to scream and shout
I just wanted to get out
Find a place to scream and shout
Get it out

The war is like a nightmare place
Always looking forward to a dead face
Running around with a gun in my hand
Why I never could understand

I just wanted to get out
Find a place to scream and shout
I just wanted to get out
Find a place to scream and shout
Get it out

Coming home, coming home
Coming home, coming home

Well I think I'm gonna write to you tomorrow
'Cause I know you're living in sorrow
You took my heart when I was a young boy
Now they're taking my body to destroy