text: I got your letter today and I miss you all so much here
  I cant wait to see you all and Im counting the days, dear
  I still believe that theres gold at the end of the world
  And Ill come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow
  It is so hard and its cold here and Im tired of taking orders
  And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border
  What I miss, you wont believe - shoveling snow and raking leaves
  And my plane will touch down 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 dont know how Im supposed to feel
  About all the blood thats been spilled with God on his throne
  Get me back home on the day after tomorrow
  You cant deny, the other side dont want to die anymore than we do
  What Im trying to say is, dont they pray to the same God that we do?
  Tell me how does God choose whose prayers does he refuse?
  Who turns the wheel? Who rolls the dice on the day after tomorrow?
  I am 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 Ive been told, were 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 winters frost, dear
  And I know we too are made of all the things that we have
  Lost here, Ill be twenty-one today, I been saving all my pay
  And my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow