Letra de The Boy Come Home
While I go over it in my head I'll walk through those doors and stand there staring There ain't one soul that's in there dead My hand stays out, I keep my headAnd walking out I see you sitting In that Ford of your old man's Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling But done up the best you canFace was piling through your window Them papas they can't tell It's strange to think we could have been so Brought up by ourselvesRun through the streets like rivers raging To seas of barren sand And while every grain tears you apart, stay Done up the best you canRunning for the line stretched to the desert And camouflaged hotels We're traded up to new distinctions Puts justice in your shellsTake one for the team and that pretty lady Well, used to cover up the smell But when you get back, boy, you're just crazy If you dare kiss and tellThis aching heart ain't something I done This aching heart's been handed down But I'm done with it now, I'm done with it now I'm done with it nowSo I take this screaming in my head I'll walk through those doors and stand there staring And my hand slips into my coat And everything just freezesRunning out I see you sitting In that Ford of your old man'sThe boy come home, yeah The boy come home, yeah