I got your letter today

And I miss you all so much, here


I can't wait to see you all


And I'm counting the days, dear

I still believe that there's gold


At the end of the world


And I'll come home

To Illinois


On the day after tomorrow




It is so hard


And it's cold here


And I'm tired of taking orders

And I miss old Rockford town


Up by the Wisconsin border


But I miss you won't believe

Shoveling snow and raking leaves


And my plane will touch tomorrow


On the day after tomorrow




I close my eyes


Every night

And I dream that I can hold you


They fill us full of lies


Everyone buys

About what it means to be a soldier


I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel


About all the blood that's been spilled

Look out on the street


Get me back home


On the day after tomorrow




You can't deny


The other side

Don't want to die


Any more than we do


What I'm trying to say,

Is don't they pray


To the same God that we do?

Tell me, how does God choose?


Whose prayers does he refuse?

Who turns the wheel?

And who throws the dice


On the day after tomorrow?




Mmmmmmm...

I'm not fighting

For justice


I am not fighting

For freedom

I am fighting


For my life

And another day

In the world here


I just do what I've been told

You're just the gravel on the road

And the one's that are lucky

One's come home


On the day after tomorrow



And the summer


It too will fade

And with it comes the winter's frost, dear

And I know we too are made

Of all the things that we have lost here


I'll be twenty-one today

I've been saving all my pay

And my plane will touch down


On the day after tomorrow

And my plane it will touch down

On the day after tomorrow