Artist: golden smog
Song: won't be coming home
He is reaching up for climbing
Ropes hanging down below
I see the children smiling
No need to let it show
I know I won't be coming home
No more
The street in sidewalk borders
Stretch out beyond the scenes
The sweet and dark emotions
Every day hopes and dreams
My God! I know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Her eyes anticipating
I'm reaching every move
I know I won't be coming home
No more
All I ever wanted
Was to turn from my side
All I ever wanted
Was to turn from my side
The rake is scratching harder
The half drawn window shade
Like any empty memory
The colors seem to fade
My God! I know who's waiting
Beneath the bedroom floor
Remember summer showers
Outside the cabin walls
I know I won't be coming home
No more
