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 here

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


What I miss, you won't believe
shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch down

on the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every nite

and I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies, everyone buys

'bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
'bout all the blood that's been spilled

Will god on this throne
get me back home
on the day after tomorrow


You can't deny, the other side
Don't want to die anymore then we do

What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
to the same god that we do?


And tell me how does god choose
whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel

Who throws the dice
on the day after tomorrow


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

We're just the gravel on the road
And only the lucky ones come home
on the day after tomorrow


And the summer, it too will fade
and with it brings the winter's frost dear

And I know we too are made
of all the things that we have lost here


I'll be 21 today
I 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