Lyrics The Fall Of Troy - Tom Waits

The Fall Of Troy

It’s the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die
Evelyn?
James they killed in a game
With guns too big for their hands
Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land
And you’ll have to find your own way home.
Boys, you’ll have to find your own way home.
The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy
Shot dead in March in a robbery
His brother started out to hell and to ruin
Troy’s killer was never caught they say.
Young nick he just went bad that day
Now he’ll have to find his own way home.
Boys, he’ll have to find his own way home.
Why cook dinner?
Why make my bed?
Why come home at all?
Out the door and through the woods
There is a world where nothing grows
It’s hard to say grace and to sit in the place
Of someone missing at the table
Mom’s hair sprayed tight
And her face in her hands
Watching TV for answers to me After all she’s only human
And she’s trying to find her own way home.
Boys, she’s trying to find her own way home.
My legs ache
My heart is sore