Lovesick

 

Far away from my ol’ home,

Here I find myself.

In a place where sleep comes late,

Time flies’ past and all things fade.

 

More than once I find myself,

Asking this again,

“Why I’m doing what I’m doing?

Is it all that can be done?”

 

Soon my day comes to a close,

I think over again,

Where you must be, what you’re doing?

While I’m now here, far away.

 

With dirty shoes and shirts all loose,

Here I run again,

Stuck in roll calls and in mess halls,

Every day’s just the same.

 

Then again, I hear you speak

Those words to me again,

“Trust yourself, look within your heart,

You’ll find yourself there.”

 

I want to go back home,

Be with you again.

Walk the misty covered cobbled stones,

In the woods once again.