Almost home When I missed the bottom stair You were braiding your gray hair It had grown so long Since I'd been gone
And the perfect girls, By the pool, they would protest The cross around their necks, But our sons were overseas, And we all know 'bout 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
And the cruel wind blew Every city father fell Off the county carousel While the dogs were eating snow All our sons had sunk in a trunk Of Noah's clothes
Almost home, We got lost on our new street, And your grieving girls all died in their sleep, So the dogs all went unfed, A great dream of bones all piled on a bed
And the cops couldn't care, When that crackhead built a boat And said, "Please, before I go, May our only honored bond Be the kinship of the kids and the riot squad.