Counting minutes is hard for me.
Big hands, little hands, I count to three!
I know my right hand from my wrong hand,
Mommy says I’ll get better one day.
Daddy says Mommy felt better today.
I’m only three so I can’t see
My mommy till she’s home with me.
I’ll just pretend she’s in the army,
Stationed far away ... away ...
The phone won’t ring ...
The trains don’t run ...
The mailman lost his way ... his way.
My brother’s in the army too,
He helps guys who are black and blue,
Just like my mommy used to do,
When I was two ...
When I was two.