Christmas in Kandahar Songtext
von Fred Smith

I′m writing tonight
From the lines here in Kandahar
Bunks beneath neon lights
Hear the others all snore and fart

Planes take off in the night
On missions unknown
While the rest of us turn away
And face the night all alone

Fighting season is through
And the winter seems here to stay
Not like it was in June
Wrapper ceremonies every day


Put the flag on the box
Then fly the boy home
We salute and then turn away
And face the night all alone

On the boardwalk tonight
Karaoke 'til half past ten
Hockey under the lights
Just can′t help those Canadians

While the Yanks and the Brits
Line up for the phone
Make their calls and then turn away
To face their night all alone

Could do much worse, I guess
Than a Christmas in Kandahar
I ate too much at the mess
And stumbled home to this cold guitar.


Someone turns off the lights
But I sit like a stone
'Til I lay down and turn away
To face the night all alone