Won't you come home
To my empty house
I'm all alone
Except for
My former spouse
Won't you come home
It's full of empty minds
I've got an empty heart
Can't you hear the whine

They said
Things would be alright
After a couple of years
Of restraint
But the kids
Aren't getting any younger
And for me
It's much too late

I got married in a fever
I'd sooner kill you
Than leave you
I'm thinking maybe
We should have moved
Staring at you
Across my living room
When things go wrong
Turn to the right
When things get worse
Pick up a gun
Things for me
Just got weird
I think I shot
The wrong person
I'm painting
The whole house red

Everthing I worked for
One by one
Going out my door
Save for my TV
Buzzing in the corner
The house is surrounded

I can get a job
I can't feed the kids
I can get a job
I can't feed you
If you're as sick of me
As I am of you
Believe me
I feel the same
Won't you come homje
To my empty house
I've got an empty heart
I've got an empty mind
I went to trade school
Got my welding ticket
Did my time
I've got a 2-car garage
A lien on my mortgage
On my happy 2.2

I think I'll paint
The whole damn town
Red