An American Dream

O’Keefe

On a pale afternoon painting scenes in the air
Climbing stares in between the rain
It was then that I thought
Of the ones who had fought
And left us with nothing but sorrow

On a mirror of rain the grey army parades
Marching forever in Time
And I call to the men again and again
Love melts the chains of your sorrow

After the war is over
After the war is over
Will you all come home
Will you all come home
Will you all come home
When you all come home

And trailing the army came the children and the wives
Holding their lives in their hands
And they call to the men again and again
There’s nothing that holds you but the rain

One of these days I’m gonna change my luck Buy myself a funky old pickup truck
Get myself a place outside of town
I’m gonna try and settle down

One of these days I’m gonna get my kid
Some of the things that I never did
Take the time to try and give her
Lots of love and a way to live

Yes, I will

After the war is over