Intro

(Acoustic guitar strums, a distant military trumpet, then a heavy hip-hop beat drops)

Yeah. Twelve months in the boots, Vika.

Counting every single day.

Almost home, my girl. Hear the rhythm.

Verse 1

From the barracks to the streetlights, looking at your picture

Got the letters in my chest pocket, every word is richer

Through the cold night watches, marching in the rain

Knowing you were waiting made me forget the pain

Now the train tracks are clicking, wheels spinning fast

The green uniform is done, the wait is in the past

Got my bag on my shoulder, boots on the floor

I can't wait to see your face when I walk through that door

Chorus

Vika, I’m coming home, hear the rhythm in the dark

No more letters in the mail, we’re about to light the spark

With a deep voice flowing and a gypsy-punk beat