Matthew Good Band Boy Come Home Lyrics

Boy Come Home Lyrics

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