Leaving on a train, reporting for duty
As I walk out the door, parting with the parents
In my heart remains a sentiment I cannot describe
A fistful of grass, a friend's face, everything feels different
It's a new start, the dreams of my youth.
Atop that hill, would I see home
As the horn spreads quietly in the night
Write carefully fold and send a private a letter
It's a new start, the dreams of my youth.