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