why i wear red on Fridays

In the morning every Friday, I put my red T-shirt on,
I wait for that phone call, it usually comes round dawn.
I don't shed a tear, til we hang up the phone.
I count down the days, til you'll be coming home.
I wake the kids and feed them, send em off to school.
Then I sit and cry again, I feel like such a fool.
I pull myself together, go and get the groceries.
The neighbors, they talk "oh her husbands over seas".
I keep myself busy, I clean and clean some more,
no this isn't easy, but you're worth it of this I'm sure.
Our love, there's nothing like it, no one can compare.
Weve got something special, beautiful and rare.
A million years I'd wait, just to be in your arms. I hope its not that long, that you stay safe from harm.
I pray to God each hour, please let him return to me.
I'll go to church each Sunday, send him home and you will see
Anything it takes, feed the homeless clothe the poor
Just as long as I get to see him, walk through that front door.
I listen to old voicemails, they help ease the pain
"I love you honey, miss You. Hope the kids don't drive you insane."
I sleep with your old T-shirt, it still has your scent
For better or for worse, I guess this is what they meant.
Sometimes I start to panic, I'm unsure, I don't know how
Then I read your letters "you're amazing baby, wow"
I can feel your arms around me, and remember I am strong
I remind myself a year, really ain't that long.
I look at our wedding picture, What a happy day
And I remember why, I wear red every Friday