Just 18 in the long hot spring of 1945
On the beach of Yugoslavia, I’m fighting for my life
I push back the greatest evil that the world had ever known
But the thought that keeps me up at night was how far I am from home

Writing letters by the moonlight
Drinking whiskey, with the radio on late at night
Dreaming of the time I return
On those American shores again

While I’m watching a sky full of bullets and fear
Wondering how many among us would be anywhere but here
I send pictures home to the girl I love never expecting a reply
I call her name late at night with tears in my eyes

And someday when I’m old and grey I’ll see those pictures again
How they’ll remind me of the memories, the enemies and friends
The tragedies of history, kept forever in time
And someday my wife’s name will be the last thing left in my mind

I’ll step out into the moonlight
Get in my car, go for a drive somewhere late at night
Dreaming of the time I returned
To these American shores again

But now I’m watching a sky full of bullets and fear
Wondering how many among us would be anywhere but here
I send pictures home to the girl I love not expecting a reply
I call her name late at night with tears in my eyes

Writing letters by the moonlight
Drinking whiskey, with the radio on late at night
Dreaming of the time I return
On those American shores again

While I’m watching a sky full of bullets and fear
Wondering how many among us would be anywhere but here
I send pictures home to the girl I love not expecting a reply
I call her name late at night with tears in my eyes