My father said he was once nearly dead
In the war.
He saw the eyes in the plane laughing bullets like rain
In the war,
In the war.

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The desert scorches and the desert’s chill,
The desert flashes and the desert’s still,
And nobody knows if anybody will
Go home again,
Go home again.

He lay in the sand with his head in his hands
By the truck.
The pilot came back for more, just to bolster the score
For good luck,
For good luck.

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My father said he thought he was dead
By the truck.
When he opened his eyes he’d be up in the skies
With any luck,
With any luck.

Refrain.

He felt for his head, past which the bullets had sped
To the sand.
He was alive but it was too dry to cry
In the sand,
In the sand.

Refrain.

My father laughed when he ever looked back
On the war.
Said I’m neither dead nor insane so I won’t complain
Any more,
Any more.

But the world still scorches and the world’s still chill,
The world’s still fighting and they don’t get their fill,
And nobody knows if anybody will
Go home again,
Go home again.

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