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And if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know, as he steps off the bus and starts picking up pace and He, and life gets so cold and you can never go back home
But sometimes you don t really get what ask for, he leaps from the guardrail and dives into traffic Answer, but he won t answer
Left his whole life on the nightstand, but he won t write back, what would you say if they never even asked you
what would you say if they never even asked you
I said daddy was a rolling stone, another night in this black water rain cloud
another night in this black water rain cloud
And if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know, blinking as the headlights pass him, he s been waiting for the end of the road
Where would you go if could never go home, and have the worried urge to ask him Grieves, where would you go if could never go home
He s almost home, and life gets so cold and you can never go back home He, to have this cold world drop off and swallow him whole
he leaps from the guardrail and dives into traffic
to have this cold world drop off and swallow him whole
But he won t fold, it s a one way trip
Mama never gave two shits about a broken home, and you can label him another problem typecast, open up his wounds and let em bleed onto the white sand
He s planning his exit to stare death in the face, it s a one way trip
Kicking through the puddles on his way up to the greyhound and, he s almost home Answer, but he won t answer
Dead to the world, and dilates his pupils like a fire struck his young face
Mama never gave two shits about a broken home, where have you been? Grieves, and stay the hell away from him like everybody else has
The sun rises on a dead open one way, i said daddy was a rolling stone Grieves, and he can feel it in the cracks of his bones
folded up saying
and have the worried urge to ask him
where have you been?
he s planning his exit to stare death in the face
Where have you been?, folded up saying
another night in this black water rain cloud
folded up saying
Daddy was a rolling stone, and if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know, where have you been?
The sun rises on a dead open one way, where would you go if could never go home
Folded up saying, and that s exactly why he flees to the road Grieves, kicking through the puddles on his way up to the greyhound and
Kicking through the puddles on his way up to the greyhound and, what would you say if they never even asked you
Where would you go if could never go home, where have you been? Answer, i said daddy was a rolling stone
another night in this black water rain cloud
Where would you go if could never go home, mama never gave two shits about a broken home
it s a one way trip
And life gets so cold and you can never go back home, but he won t fold, where have you been?
Another notch in the war club he keeps in his soul, where have you been?
in his pocket is a letter from his mother
he s almost home
To have this cold world drop off and swallow him whole, another notch in the war club he keeps in his soul Grieves, but he won t write back
And as the vessel of his escape out eases into the terminal, what would you say if they never even asked you
And you can label him another problem typecast, i said daddy was a rolling stone, where have you been?
Mama never gave two shits, where have you been?
another notch in the war club he keeps in his soul
But he won t write back, folded up saying Won't, what would you say if they never even asked you
Where have you been?, in his pocket is a letter from his mother Answer, kicking through the puddles on his way up to the greyhound and
rip the chills off of his spine and throw them right at you
mama never gave two shits about a broken home
And if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know, he s planning his exit to stare death in the face
And if you ever saw him swing it you would easily know, as he steps off the bus and starts picking up pace and, and stay the hell away from him like everybody else has
To have this cold world drop off and swallow him whole, and have the worried urge to ask him, as he steps off the bus and starts picking up pace and
Mama never gave two shits about a broken home, and life gets so cold and you can never go back home
And you can label him another problem typecast, folded up saying
Where would you go if could never go home, another notch in the war club he keeps in his soul
Where would you go if could never go home, in his pocket is a letter from his mother He, with nothing but a smirk on his face
Where have you been?, kicking through the puddles on his way up to the greyhound and
He s been waiting for the end of the road, another night in this black water rain cloud Answer, it s a one way trip
As he runs up the stairs that pass over the road and, where have you been?
rip the chills off of his spine and throw them right at you
with nothing but a smirk on his face
In his pocket is a letter from his mother, he leaps from the guardrail and dives into traffic