| Call me up in the dead of night
|
| Barely make your voice on the line
|
| The fresh taste of the mistakes
|
| Pray these words come out ride
|
| Brother won’t you come back home
|
| Tired of wondering when you’d show
|
| And you’re still so young to feel this old
|
| the times not wasted
|
| The silence broke with me holding hope
|
| In the palm of my hand like a distant ghost
|
| Tired and bored of keeping the score
|
| Who’s wrong, who’s right don’t care no more
|
| Brother won’t you come back home
|
| Tired of wondering when you’d show
|
| You’re still so young to feel this old
|
| The time’s not wasted yeah
|
| Brother won’t you come back home
|
| Tired of wondering when you’d show
|
| You’re still so young to feel this old
|
| The time’s not wasted
|
| Yeah wasted, wasted
|
| Lying in the dirt can’t leave it behind you
|
| Everything you were you
|
| But I can still see life deep inside
|
| Trying to break free the love you cannot undue
|
| Cannot undue, cannot undue
|
| Brother won’t you come back home
|
| Tired of wondering when you’d show
|
| You’re still so young to feel this old
|
| The time’s not wasted yeah
|
| Brother won’t you come back home
|
| Tired of wondering when you’d show
|
| You’re still so young to feel this old
|
| The time’s not wasted
|
| Yeah wasted, wasted |