Gone a monday morning
Clothes are start to string
Drowning out the yelling from the homes across the street
For we run in a place now
Where no one wants to be
And the ocean far to distant to grasp

One more money engulfs you
We all hope that you’ll pull through
She might not love you but you’ll do
Just about anything asked

Yeah, people back there who still love me
Ask me when I’m coming home
Maybe I’ll make it I tell them
Then again maybe I won’t

Aren’t wе happy
Aren’t we strange
Arеn’t we lucky that the long haired carpenter came
Come the ugly morning, now now, all parts of me say
You’re lying, you’re lying, you lie

I look out my window there’s nothing but smoke
And a truck with a flag with a tandem in tow
Just what my folks don’t really know
That I’m trying, I’m trying, I try
Yes, the people back there who still love me
Ask me when I’m coming home
Maybe I’ll make it I tell them
Then again maybe I won’t

People back there who still love me
Ask me why I’ve done them wrong
The guilt it is strong in the morning
But by evening I feel good as gold

People back there who still love me
Ask me what I really want
I wish I could tell you my darling
But the truth is I don’t really know

Yes, the people back there who still love me
Ask me when I’m coming home
Maybe I’ll make it I tell them
Then again maybe I won’t

Oh, the people here laugh at my stories
Don’t seem to mind how I dress
The trouble with all of that reasoning
Is that I could not fucking care less