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Home is where the bullets arent
call the doctor
call the doctor
the patients are calling
the patients are calling
a clash between father and son
each making a mess of the other one
a brutal wreck of a broken home
now it's only him
in a hospital bed
all alone
call the doctor
the patients are fighting
call the doctor
the patients are crying
and now he's on his own
and your sitting at his side
crying for him to come home
crying for him to come home
and he said
son I never ment for us to say goodbye this way
after all the years of watching you push farther away,
I'm proud son that you made a life for your own
and son Id hate to leave you all alone
but son I can't come home
I can't come home
call the doctor
call the doctor
the patients are crying
the patients are dying...
and now your on your own
walking away from your fathers name in dirt and stone
it will never be the same
and that's just something you can't change
it has never been the same
you've grown up with your fathers name
and now maybe
just maybe
things will change
from a letter from the wife
honey I love you and out boy is growing big and strong
he misses you and the things you do
he drew you a picture just to show how much he loves you
he can count to 5 and is learning how to write
and everything he does reminds me of you. I love you please come home
and let our boy grow to be a man like you
put the quarter in the slot
and hear the sound of the dial
as you punch the numbers
that have become a habit
since you've traveled these many miles
hear a quick "I love you"
and you say..
"honey I'm proud of our boy and I love you both and baby I have
something to tell you"
and you say...
"baby I'm coming home to you
I'm coming... *bang*"
