Lyrics Short Way Home - The Builders and the Butchers

Short Way Home

It’s a long time ago on my grave
As the judge comes down with the gavel
And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You try to find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
To try to find the way back home
Familiar signs, the rails alight
They disappeared one by one
And your fate’s been sealed by the turning of the wheel
And the setting of the evening sun
So you crawl on by the light of the moon
Cross the reeds and over the hours
And you pray that you make it to the breakin' of the day
You’re tryin' to find a way back home
You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You’re tryin' find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
You’re tryin' to find the way back home
Mother why’d you have to go and clip my golden wings?
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the darkest well
And still that water stings
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
Mother why’d you have to go and clip my golden wings?
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the darkest well
And still that water stings
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
Mother why’d you have to go and clip my dirty wings?
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
You put me down in the deepest well
And still that water stings
I’m gonna fly off this building all the same
It’s a long time ago on my grave
As the judge comes down with the gavel
And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
And You try (you try)
You try (you try)
You try to find the short way home
Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
You’re tryin' to find the way back home
You’re tryin' to find the way back home
You’d die to find the short way home