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 head
 And 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 can
 Face was piling through your window
 Them papas they can't tell
 It's strange to think we could have been so
 Brought up by ourselves
 Run through the streets like rivers raging
 To seas of barren sand
 And while every grain tears you apart, stay
 Done up the best you can
 Running for the line stretched to the desert
 And camouflaged hotels
 We're traded up to new distinctions
 Puts justice in your shells
 Take 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 tell
 This 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 now
 So 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 freezes
 Running out I see you sitting
 In that Ford of your old man's
 The boy come home, yeah
 The boy come home, yeah