Jon Brion
Welcome Home
Welcome home
If home it is and well you come
We've seen the smoke and smelled the fumes
You went for broke
Then under over a couple bucks
Threw down the yoke and put up your dukes

May a blow land
Where you'll feel it
May your fire spread
Through the coal-sewn fields

Fare thee well
In a welfare line or thy father's will
Don't kill us and we'll go your bail
You hit and held
And folded, "Enthralled isn't thrilled"
You said, "grow up," and away you sailed

May the blow land
Where he'll see it
May your fear spread
Through the tear-stained shores

Saying, "I never knew you"
Welcome home
If home it is and well you come
Cause fear and fire can't consume
Condemn, condone
Or dismiss what we haven't done
And he's out of salt
Go dress our wounds

Lay a flare down
By your dull pain
May he show up
Or may you move on
He will show up
Or you will move on