Once again I wake up alone on the wrong side of the bed. And once again you begin your dancing nakedly on the right side of my head. It's for a lack of better words that I can hardly speak my soul. And I'm feeling what I'm feeling when I'm feeling when it's time to lose control, my love.

And once again we're off to war. But we can't agree with what we're fighting for. And that's not all, because every time she smiles I see her soul, and I smile what a wonderful life.

It's true I used to try, but then I gave up. I learned it doesn't really matter, what I do ain't enough to appease or to please, all my well meaning deeds seem to all go up in smoke. And every time I look into these smoke filled skies I wonder what she's doing, why I volunteered to die. But tonight I will fight for my life so I might see my wife again.
I explained to her that I'd be back. And I gave my word that the fighting wouldn't last. But despite my pact, I know that every breath I draw might be my last, and I smile: It's been a wonderful life.

God damn, another summer in the city and I never seen a girl look so pretty as you when you smile oh you're wild for a while, I was hoping I might see you again. And I know that everyone is willing to go and I find I'll turn it all and leave on a dime. If I leave tonight (screw what's right) I can make it home by dawn.

And I was told œBoy, prepare for war? But they failed to mention what I'd be fighting for. So I fight for this: the fact that as I pass away, I'll feel her kiss, and I'll smile: what a wonderful life, me of my, what a wonderful life, oh to die for such a wonderful life.