Written by Robbie Smith
They make me a soldier – give me a uniform,
Strap a rifle ’round my back;
Give me my orders – march me down the road
The smoke of battle looming black…
But if I were still in one piece when the enemy withdrew
Then I…would find my way back to you.
They could set me adrift on the going tide
With no water and no food,
No stars above me to serve as my guide
And the sea in a bitchy mood…
But if I could just hold out til a ship hove in view
Then I would find my way back to you,
Yes, I would find my way back to you,
Oh, I would find my way back to you.
Out in the desert – a sandstorm just begun
An empty canteen in my hand,
Countless mirages ‘neath a scorching sun
Endless dunes of writhing sand…
But if I could again find water – my strength to renew –
Then I would find my way back to you,
Yes, I would find my way back to you,
Oh, I would find my way back to you…
Back to you… back to you.