We will be on leave until tomorrow,
Together just for one more day,
There is no time for us to borrow
For we might not have it to repay.

Our rifles lean against the wall
With their clips like arms in tight embrace,
Let"s pretend I wear a prayer shawl,
You are in a wedding dress with lace.

Empty tables in a coffee joint,
No crowds and it"s getting late,
I am going back to my checkpoint,
You will be on guard at Lions Gate.