Lately

In the foglights
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

You see lately
She'd been thinking 'bout 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
All those stones have all been thrown
You gotta give a kid 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

You see, lately
She'd been acting kind of 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 he's coming home

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

Lately all the hate escapes me
Lately all the hate just escapes me
Lately

So he phoned her
He said, "Darling I've been feeling so alone here
Am I making myself perfectly clear?
That I'm on my way back, just a couple more missions and I'll start getting packed"

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

Lately
I was wondering if she'd heard from him lately
Lately
I was wondering if she'd heard from him lately