Danny O'Keefe - An American Dream lyrics

O'Keefe On a pale afternoon painting scenes in the air Climbing stares in between the rain It was then that I thought Of the ones who had fought And left us with nothing but sorrow On a mirror of rain the grey army parades Marching forever in Time And I call to the men again and again Love melts the chains of your sorrow After the war is over After the war is over Will you all come home Will you all come home Will you all come home When you all come home And trailing the army came the children and the wives Holding their lives in their hands And they call to the men again and again There's nothing that holds you but the rain One of these days I'm gonna change my luck Buy myself a funky old pickup truck Get myself a place outside of town I'm gonna try and settle down One of these days I'm gonna get my kid Some of the things that I never did Take the time to try and give her Lots of love and a way to live Yes, I will After the war is over