Almost home
And I miss the bottom stair
You were braiding your grey hair
And it's grown so long
Since I've been gone
Now the perfect girls,
By the pool, they would protest
With crosses 'round their necks,
But our sons were overseas,
Reading all about the hive and the honey bees.
Almost home
With an olive branch and a dove
You were beating on a persian rug
With your bible and your wedding band
Both hidden on the TV stand.
In the cruel winter
When the city father fell
Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
While our sons at home get drunk
And hold us close
Almost home,
We got lost on our new street,
While your grieving girls all died in their sleep,
So the dogs all went unfed,
A great dream of bones all piled on the bed
And the cops couldn't care,
When that crackhead built a boat
And said, please, before I go
May your only honor bought
Be the kinship of the kid in the riot squad.
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