October
I can’t wait.
My lover will come home,
My lover will be safe.
No Osama bin Laden,
no Saddam Hussein.
My baby’s gonna come home,
and I’ll be happy once more.
We met in the worst of ways, I admit.
It wasn’t him I was aiming for,
but it was him who I got.
And I wouldn’t want to change a moment.
Because I know I’m not the perfect one for him,
but I’ll make up for my past transgressions.
Or maybe we’ll just forget about them.
I just hope we can move on.
My baby’s coming back in October,
and he’ll be free in November.
Away from the training,
away from all those guns.
And my baby will be safe once more,
and my lover will be home.