While I go over it in my head   I walk through those doors   stand there staring      there ain't one soul that's in there dead   my hand stays out   to keep my head      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      faith was piling through your window   them Papas they can't tell   strange to think we could have been so   brought up by ourselves   run through the streets like rivers raging   to seize our baron sand   why other grain tears you apart stay   done up the best you can      running for the line stretched to the desert   and our camoflouged hotels   we're 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   when you get back boy your 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 go over it in my head   I walk through those doors   and stand there staring   my hand slips into my coat   and everything just freezes   running out I see you sitting   in that Ford of your old man's   the boy come home, yeah