When The War Is Over

Cold Chisel

When the war is over

Got to get away

Pack my bag to no place

In no time no day

You and I we used each other's shoulder

Still so young but somehow so much older

How can I go home and not get blown away?

You and I had our sights set on something

Hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered

I got plans for more than a wanted man

All around this chaos and madness

Can't help feeling nothing more than sadness

Only choice to face it the best I can

When the war is over

Got to start again

Try to hold a trace of what is was back then

You and I we sent each other stories

Just a page I'm lost in all its glory

How can I go home and not get blown away?

Aint nobody gonna steal this heart away