Coming in for a few days my friend Yeah more than likely Ill be alone Yeah I asked if shed like to go You know how she loves Chicago but she just said no Whatever she wants Whatever she might need Ive got no more fight in me I must confess my own helplessness Things got pretty weird inside right after the war I got kinda quiet for a long long long spell They say war is hell but it aint nothing nothing like this She just slams the door when I try to hold her Like I held on three nights at sea Ive got no more fight in me Mad dog bombardier hell I was mad dog all the time I could drop that payload on a Roosevelt dime But where we are there is no more north star And its all dark and uncharted in our skies Kid the flak was so thick you could get out and walk on it And thats what I did right back to that little bridetobe But Ive got no more fight in me She says Ive changed funny thing Dont people change all the time? Its been twenty years or more Stan Since I had a good cry
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