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.