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Almost homeWhen I missed the bottom stairYou were braiding your gray hairIt had grown so longSince I'd been gone
And the perfect girlsBy the pool, they would protestThe cross around their necksBut our sons were overseasAnd we all know about the hive and the honey bees
Almost homeWith an olive branch and a doveYou were beating on a Persian rugWith your bible and your wedding bandBoth hidden on a TV stand
And the cruel wind blewEvery city father fellOff the county carouselWhile the dogs were eating snowAll our sons had sunk in a trunk of Noah's clothes
Almost homeWe got lost on our new streetWhile your grieving girls all died in their sleepSo the dogs all went unfedA great dream of bones all piled on the bed
And the cops couldn't careWhen that crackhead built a boatAnd said, "Please, before I goMay our only honored boneBe the kinship of the kids and the riot squad"