Way home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down homeWhere a man and his thoughts lived all aloneHe tried to live, no effort was shownHe’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a family with smiles and frownsThey never could solve his way to be downCos he’s one dog who don’t want a boneHe’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a nice house with windows and doorsHe said to his wife what’s mine is yoursBut the seeds of deception are soon to be sownHe’s slowly finding a way back home
His children have left but the rooms are still thereHis misses the noise and the scents in their hairBut far from the nest the babies have flownHe’s slowly finding a way back home
His wife was an angel sent from aboveHe never returned her kisses or loveBut soon he’d found that she’d overgrownThis man who’s finding a way back home
So the leaves are all dead in this broken man’s JuneThe rain will still fall on the sunny afternoonHe stares at the floor, no more to roamHe’s slowly finding a way back home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down homeWhere a man with regrets lived all aloneHe tried to live, no effort was shownHe’ll never find a way back home