Your weary eyes look tired
Lost in time
I’m no reactionary
I cannot hide
With the night-time rushing in
and the summer wearing thin
Your hair is high
Oh well, my my

Is there something more that I can do?
I’d split myself in two just to be with you

We’d go to the art museum, and you’d hold my hand
We’d stare at the paintings
But I’d just think of you with another man
For I am, so lonely/old, it hurts my eyes and hurts my mind
To think of all the good things I’ve left behind

Is there something more that I can do?
I’d split myself in two just to be with you

Then we’d go to the forest
Picking wild berries
And the juice dripped down your chin
The juice kept dripping

I’m no reactionary
I cannot lie
I wish I was more like you
Then I could smile
But I will go tomorrow
My leave is over
Do you have a picture that I could keep in my wallet?
Think of you often, write when I can

That’s it, the army’s got me