We were all in the break room when she got the letter. Sara had been drafted.

I cried

Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

Too young for him they told her

Waiting for the love of a traveling soldier

Our love will never end

Waiting for the soldier to come back again

Never more to be alone

When the letter says

A soldier's coming home

I never told her how I feel. But she felt the same.

The letters came from an army camp

In California, then Vietnam

He told her of his heart, it might be love

And all of the things he was so scared of

I miss her so much. I didn't think she'd understand.

I cried

Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

Too young for him they told her

Waiting for the love of a traveling soldier

Our love will never end

Waiting for the soldier to come back again

Never more to be alone

When the letter says

A soldier's coming home

The letter said, exact words, "Catherine, I love you."

One Friday night at the football game

The Lord's Prayer said, and the anthem sang

The man said, "Folks, would you bow your heads

For a list of the local Vietnam dead"

I was there. Unbeknownst to most, I'm in the band.

Crying all alone under the stands

Was the piccolo player in the marching band

And one name read, and nobody really cared

But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

I can't do it, Sara. I can't continue without you

I know I'm crazy, talking to a dead person

But Sara, you're the only one who got me

At the Crime scene, the man had a gun.

Sara, is this how you felt?

Seeing the crimson spreading, feeling the burning

Then the dark

And, Sara, I see your face.

My last request

"Bury me with Sara."

I'm climbing, Sara, I'm floating.

I'm taking your hand.

Leaving the place that parted us.

Forever with you.