Three months ago, I left the front
and came back home, to peace.
I try to smile and get 'back to life';
even be happy, if you please.

But every now and then I fail
and the blues come, get me.
And then I cry and let the tears fall;
but I let no one see.

Then afterwards, I dry my eyes
and make myself stay calm,
trying not to think of that waste of human lives, 
back there, in the burning, Napalmed 'Nam.