| When your father died you were twenty-two
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| Finally taught you something after years of abuse
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| That truly all those debts you can’t undo
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| Crying on your bed, as you were salting the wound
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| An object of a sacrament but most men think it’s just a test
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| I think it’s time we finally come to see the truth
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| I get it now, where you’ve been?
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| I had guilt, you had other men
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| I guess we both measured ourselves to them
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I missed, yeah you were one of them
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I said, it’s what I always meant
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| I could preach to you now about honest men
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| I was seventeen and just a stupid kid
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| Knew nothing more than my sacraments
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| But even then I’m still the best man you’ve ever met
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| That makes me sad for both of us
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| I’m proud that you swore off drugs
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| The courage that must of took
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| So I got fucked for both of us
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| Cried in my fathers truck and you just sat
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I missed, yeah you were one of them
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I said, it’s what I always meant
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| Makes me wish we never met
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| So damn hard to just forget
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| That one fall we were alone together
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| You follow roads that you don’t know
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| Hoping that they’ll guide you home
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| If what you want is a home
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| You’ll waste of time that you spent
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| It’s not the places you found
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| But in the people you kept
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| If you think you’re alone it’s just a turn of the head
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| If you’ve been here before then you can beat this again
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I missed, yeah you were one of them
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| Home never was the same again
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| Of all the things I said, it’s what I always meant
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| Makes me wish we never met
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| So damn hard to just forget
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| That one fall we were alone together
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| You follow roads that you don’t know
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| Hoping that they’ll guide you home |