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

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

Cos he’s one dog who don’t 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 be sown

He’s 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

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’d found that she’d overgrown

This man who’s finding a way back home

So the leaves are all dead in this broken man’s 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 run-down home

Where a man with regrets lived all alone

He tried to live, no effort was shown

He’ll never find a way back home