Way Home

Well I once heard a story about a run-down home

Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone

He tried to live, no effort was shown

Hes slowly finding a way back home



He had a family with smiles and frowns

They never could solve his way to be down

Cos hes one dog who dont want a bone

Hes slowly finding a way back home



He had a nice house with windows and doors

He said to his wife whats mine is yours

But the seeds of deception are soon to be sown

Hes slowly finding a way back home



His children have left but the rooms are still there

His misses the noise and the scents in their hair

But far from the nest the babies have flown

Hes slowly finding a way back home



His wife was an angel sent from above

He never returned her kisses or love

But soon hed found that shed overgrown

This man whos finding a way back home



So the leaves are all dead in this broken mans June

The rain will still fall on the sunny afternoon

He stares at the floor, no more to roam

Hes slowly finding a way back home



Well I once heard a story about a run-down home

Where a man with regrets lived all alone

He tried to live, no effort was shown

Hell never find a way back home