Lisa Bastoni: Lyrics

If it wasn’t for the dust
And the cold and the heat
This place would be just like home
Without the blood in the gravel
Underneath my feet
This place would be just like home

If it wasn’t for the tanks
And the automatic guns
This place would be just like home
Without the sand of the desert
In my lungs
This place would be just like home

If it wasn’t for the orders
Sent from above
I’d be safe at home
If I could only
See my love
This place would be just like home

If I could kiss my babies
One, two, three
This place would be just like home
If I could outrun the devils
Chasing me
This place would be just like home

I’m sitting here waiting
For a Dear John letter
Postmarked from my home
You’ll say you found someone
He’s a real go-getter
And he’s living in my home

Cold lemonade
And clean white sheets
You’ll make him feel at home
I’m walking in file
Through empty streets
And dreaming of my home

(c) 2006 Lisa Bastoni. Performed by the Gray Sky Girls.