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It's the same with men as with horses and dogs |
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Nothing wants to die |
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Evelyn James they killed in a game |
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With guns too big for their hands |
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Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land |
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And you'll have to find your own way home, boys |
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You'll have to find your own way home |
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The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy |
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Shot dead in March with a robbery |
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His brother started out to hell and to ruin |
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Troy's killer was never caught they say |
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Young nick he just went bad that day |
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Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys |
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He'll have to find his own way home |
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Why cook dinner? |
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Why make my bed? |
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Why come home at all? |
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Out the door and through the woods |
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There is a world where nothing grows |
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It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place |
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Of someone missing at the table |
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Mom's hair sprayed tight |
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And her face in her hands |
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Watching TV for answers to me |
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After all she's only human |
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And she's trying to find her own way home, boys |
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She's trying to find her own way home |
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My legs ache |
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My heart is sore |
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The well is full of pennies |
