Where are you now? I'm thinking of you, In a dirty foxhole, in my dirty boots If we were married with a baby too, I'd be this burning flame for you I will compensate for your lack of love You will know my name when nobody else does We will plant a garden with these seeds We will have a son, he will have a son, he will be our grandson Where is she now, in Idaho She cut all her hair for him Does he know? She said that she loved him, He didn't show Now they're getting married, so I'd say he knows That she will compensate for his lack of love She will know his name when nobody else does I will hold a candle to their flame, For I have felt the same I have felt that he will complement her every move He'll get that tattoo just to prove it She's burning up in his open flame She is burning up, she is burning up, and he will do the same