I got your letter today And I miss you all so much, here I can't wait to see you all And I'm counting the days, dear I still believe that there's gold At the end of the world And I'll come home To Illinois On the day after tomorrow It is so hard And it's cold here And I'm tired of taking orders And I miss old Rockford town Up by the Wisconsin border But I miss you won't believe Shoveling snow and raking leaves And my plane will touch tomorrow On the day after tomorrow I close my eyes Every night And I dream that I can hold you They fill us full of lies Everyone buys About what it means to be a soldier I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel About all the blood that's been spilled Look out on the street Get me back home On the day after tomorrow You can't deny The other side Don't want to die Any more than we do What I'm trying to say, Is don't they pray To the same God that we do? Tell me, how does God choose? Whose prayers does he refuse? Who turns the wheel? And who throws the dice On the day after tomorrow? Mmmmmmm. I'm not fighting For justice I am not fighting For freedom I am fighting For my life And another day In the world here I just do what I've been told You're just the gravel on the road And the one's that are lucky One's come home On the day after tomorrow And the summer It too will fade And with it comes the winter's frost, dear And I know we too are made Of all the things that we have lost here I'll be twenty-one today I've been saving all my pay And my plane will touch down On the day after tomorrow And my plane it will touch down On the day after tomorrow