Two days past eighteen He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens Sat down in a booth, in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said, 'Would you mind sittin' down for a while? And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low' She said, 'I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go' So they went down and they sat on the pier He said, 'I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care I got no one to send a letter to... Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?' Chorus: I cried, 'Never gonna hold the hand of another guy' 'Too young for him,' they told her Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier 'Our love will never end' Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says My soldier's comin' home So the letters came from an army camp In California, then Vietnam And he told her of his heart, it might be love And all of the things he was so scared of He said, 'When it's gettin' kinda rough over here I think of that day, sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while...' Chorus One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang A man said, 'Folks, would you bow your heads For the list of local Vietnam dead' Cryin' all alone under the stands Was the piccolo player in the marching band And one name read and nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair... Chorus © Bruce Robison Music / Mighty Nice Music / Tiltawhirl Music