To a Husband At War

Things are here, and you're over there

And in between

Land, sea, everything

I hope you're warm, and I hope you think of me

In Petersburg, the way things used to be

Yesterday, a telegram said that you had died

But I knew and I know that it was a lie

I tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried

I mean our room

I went back to our room and cried

Retreat, and come back home

Retreat, and come back home

Retreat, and come back home

Retreat, and come back home