Won't Be Coming Home Lyrics - Golden Smog

He is reaching up for climbing 

Ropes hanging down below 

I see the children smiling 

No need to let it show 

I know I won't be coming home 

No more 

The street in sidewalk borders 

Stretch out beyond the scenes 

The sweet and dark emotions 

Every day hopes and dreams 

My God! I know who's waiting 

Beneath the bedroom floor 

Her eyes anticipating 

I'm reaching every move 

I know I won't be coming home 

No more 

All I ever wanted 

Was to turn from my side 

All I ever wanted 

Was to turn from my side 

The rake is scratching harder 

The half drawn window shade 

Like any empty memory 

The colors seem to fade 

My God! I know who's waiting 

Beneath the bedroom floor 

Remember summer showers 

Outside the cabin walls 

I know I won't be coming home 

No more