And here we are in present time
As I sit here and make a rhyme
I know that you are coming home
within a week or two

Nothing can get me down
nothing can steal my joy
as I play with our kids
and kiss our baby boy

The tune of life and color
have returned to me once more
no longer do my days drain together
life is no longer an awful bore

You will be in my arms
before the month is through
no memory is sweeter now
than the thought of being held by you.