You hope you can get another day out of that shirt,
I just hope for a day here where no-one gets hurt.
You dream of a lottery win, riches, fast cars,
I dream of seeing my wife again, and she won’t notice the scars.

You hope that your day’ll go quick, there’s your favourite for tea,
I hope that the mail gets through, and there’s something for me.
You dream of a great career, a position of power,
I dream of the simple pleasure of a hot, clean shower.

You worry that your toast will burn and the bus will be late,
I worry that the next soldier to die will be a good mate.
You think that I’m stupid to do what I do,
I think you may have a point, but I’m here doing it for you.