While I go over it in my head   Walk through those doors and stand there staring   And 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 first pilot through your window   Them Paupers 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 gtain tears you apart stay done up the best   You can      Unemployment lines stretch to the desert and camoflouge   Hotels   Where traded up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells   Take one for the team and that pretty lady 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      So I take that screaming in my head   I 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 the Ford of your old man's   The boy come home