I Hate Myself

Things are here
And youre over there
And inbetween land, sea everything
I hope youre warm
And I hope you think of me
In Petersburg the way things used to be
Yesterday, a telegraph said that you had died
But I knew, but I know that it was a lie
I tried to laugh
But I went back to my room and cried
I mean our room
I went back to our room and cried
Retreat, and come back home.
[ To A Husband At War Lyrics ]