Boy Come Home Lyrics - Hospital Music - Matthew Good Band

While I go over it in my head 

Walk through those doors and stand there staring 

And there ain't one soul that's in there dead 

My hand stays out, I keep my head 

And walking out I see you sitting in that Ford of your old man's 

Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling 

But done up the best you can 

Face first pilot through your window 

Them Paupers they can't tell 

It's strange to think we could have been so brought up by 

Ourselves 

Run through the streets like rivers raging to seas of barren sand 

And while every gtain tears you apart stay done up the best 

You can 

Unemployment lines stretch to the desert and camoflouge 

Hotels 

Where traded up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells 

Take one for the team and that pretty lady used to cover 

Up the smell 

But when you get back boy you're just crazy if you dare kiss 

And tell 

This aching heart ain't something I done 

This aching heart's been handed down 

But I'm done with it now 

So I take that screaming in my head 

I walk through those doors and stand there staring 

And my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes... 

Running out I see you sitting in the Ford of your old man's 

The boy come home