David SmithWhite - Song: Number Five

I'll be waiting at the station
when the old milk train arrives,
and listening to the Muzak play
a gentle lullaby.
And drifting in romantic haze,
the promised bliss and thrive,
I'll be waiting on the platform, baby,
platform number five!

Platform number five.
You're coming home alive!
Platform number five.
Though wounded, you survived!

Platform number five.
An answered prayer that I've
longed for, like other wives.
Platform number five.

I'll be waiting at the airport
when the war transport divides
to send home it's precious cargo
across this country wide.
I'll be waiting in the darkness
as the stretchers disembark
and hope I get a glimpse of you;
damaged goods from sad Iraq.

Airgate number five;
a promised day that I've
longed for like other wives.
Airgate number five.

Airgate number five;
not dead but half alive.
Airgate number five;
my hope's restored, revived.
I'll be waiting at the airgate, baby,
Airgate number five!
Airgate number five...!

David SmithWhite

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