There’s a candle in the window of a house on Maple street
where a family’s waiting patiently for the youngest to return
every night they face the images of the war on their TV
but until he marches through the door– they’ll let the candle burn

There’s a bowl of ribbon candy on a table by the tree
where colored lights and icycles– put Christmas in their souls
fifteen months away from home– in service, oversees
he’s a target in the turmoil that no one can control

No one knows when it will end * no one knows how it began
but we’re fighting once again– in a troubled foreign land

There’s a drugstore on the corner at the yellow flashing light
right behind the photo counter a young girl stands alone
she is waiting for a letter hoping he had time to write
and wishing that her lover was in her arms at home

No one knows when it will end * no one knows how it began
but we’re fighting once again– in a troubled foreign land
we’re fighting once again in a troubled– foreign land

© Paul Keating Maloney * Towering Pines Music