This is no means to an end
For the means is the end
And I declare myself victor in this war
Between my limitations and my dreams
And my Purple Heart will be your lips
pressed against my lips
And my ticker-tape parade will be my smile
on your smile
And we will cheer, “No more war!”
And forget about the struggles of battle
and live in eternal peace but no tranquility
For our hearts will wildly dance
And I’ll scoop you up in the middle of Times Square
You and Me
Sailor and Nurse
Time brought us here
This kiss will keep us here.
