I can see the pictures of me and ask
"Do I look so different than anyone else?"
I can hear them marching near and feel

The steady pounding of a heart.
With every step this open door
A mission for a love lost long ago.

I welcome its return.
Years gone by, no time to cry a prayer for me
As I watch my bridges burn.

I was like you, I never knew
How I could be a victim of our red, white, and blue.
I work the day, I earn my pay,

I want to find a way back to my baby blue.
I still can see pictures of me and ask
"Do I look so different than anyone else?"

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): TERRY LEON, II MULLINS