Way Home

Well I once heard a story about a rundown home,
Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone
He tried to live,
No effort was shown
He's slowly finding a way back home
He had a family with smiles and frowns,
They never could solve his way to be down
'Cause he's one dog who don'y want a bone
He's slowly finding a way back home
He had a nice house with windows and doors,
He said to his wife, "What's mine is yours"
But the seeds of deception,
Are soon to sown
He's slowly finding his way back home
His children have left,
But their rooms are still there
He misses the noise and the scents in their hair
But far away the babies have flown,
He's slowly finding a way back home
His wife was an angel sent from above,
He never returned her kisses or love
But soon he's found that she's overgrown
This man who's 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
He's slowly finding a way back home
Well I once heard a story about a rundown home,
Where a man with regrets lived all alone
He tried to live, no effort was shown
He'll never find his way back home