I'm going
go I'm I'm
We did the one with the yellow ribbon
We got a gold star in the window too
You pick a fine way to make your living
And I just want to tell you
how much we're
missing you
Got two little girls here,
waiting on their dad
One's in school and she
ain't doing too bad
One's too young to understand much
He still wakes up crying,
needing my touch
But they're just using you
Like they always do
I'd like to see the old man
fight it out in the sand
And the last man standing gets
the promised land
Waiting for you, for you
Waiting for you, waiting for you
For you, waiting for you
I think the only way for us to survive
Is draft everybody over forty -five
Put em in an
Abrams, strap em in tight
Guaranteed they'll have
the right of their lives
Working on with our own lives
like normal people do
To get a real job, raise a family too
The kids are growing up so fast
And the things you're missing are
the things that never last
But they're just using you
The way they always do
I'd love to see the old men
duke it out in the sand
The last man standing gets
the promised land
Waiting for you, waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you, waiting for you,
waiting for you
I'm waiting for you, for you,
waiting for you
Waiting for you, for you,
for you
Thank
you