The last week end pass, and pathetic emotion of a young marine rifleman, lonely in an Anaheim bar. His drink, and the movements of a go-go dancer absorb him, and become the height of comfort as he's ready to ship out for a thirteen month tour in Nam.
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An Anaheim bar ‘cross from Disneyland
Dancers dance to a jukebox band
The private sits and orders a round
Next week he’ll be • in Viet Nam
These Marines all look the same
The young, the foolish and the many
They’re looking for a small comfort
Comforts are few • if any
When the world leaves ya feelin' small • and time may seem so unfair
It's gonna be, a very long haul • he'll return on a wing and a prayer
When the good days are dwindled short • it seems you're runnin' low on time
Hold on to the moment • a small comfort in Anaheim
The dancer likes “Sweet Caroline”
Why is she captured by this song?
She spins slowly to the rhythm & rhyme
The passion in her movement • carries him along
The private slowly sips away
Rum & coke starts to dim his view
As his time quickly slips away
She caresses the air • and his thoughts too
When the world leaves ya feelin' small • time vanishes into thin air
He's bound for a very long haul • and return on a wing and a prayer
When life feels like it's getting short • and you feel you're on a thin line
Grab hold of the moment • cuz it's your last night in Anaheim
Maybe love can be as small • a moment so slight and slim
n love he’ll fall, before last call • when the lights begin to dim
When you land at the next port • She’ll carry you back to the time
Dancing back into your memory • of your last night in Anaheim
Comfort in Anaheim
