Almost home
And I miss the bottom stair
You were braiding your gray hair
And it's grown so long
Since I've been gone
Now the perfect girls
By the pool, they would protest
With crosses around their necks
But our sons were overseas
Reading all about the hive and the honey bees
Almost home
With an olive branch and a dove
You were beating on a Persian rug
With your bible and your wedding band
Both hidden on the TV stand
In the cruel winter
When the city father fell
Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
While our sons at home get drunk
And hold us close
Almost home
We got lost on our new street
While your grieving girls all died in their sleep
So the dogs all went unfed
A great dream of bones all piled on the bed
And the cops couldn't care
When that crackhead built a boat
And said, 'Please, before I go
May your only honor bought
Be the kinship of the kid in the riot squad'
