Текст песни Bronze Star - The Americans

Oh, my sore-hearted darling
No way of telling how long you′d be mine
Days slipped by like hours
Bent over backwards for the love in your eyes

I'm awake, but dream-talking
Life′s busy pleasures are distant from me
As the roads you're out walking
And I'm just as lonesome as I feared I would be

Hurry on home
I′ll be yours still
Awake by the phone

When the news came knocking
We wore the same expression all day
Out on the front porch rocking
We watched the stars chase daylight away

It′s a cold war for us at home
She won a Bronze Star for heroism
They sent her back home

Oh, my tour's not so long
And I′ll be home before you notice I'm gone
Have you any word? Is there cause for alarm?
When will she come running back in my arms?

It′s an old war for the brave and alert
She wore a Bronze Star pinned to her shirt
Beneath the dirt