Everywhere But Home

Barely grown up momma's boys and disco dancing angels
Hanging out on lonely roads like wonderful disasters.

Little black top sneaker barons and Pony-tailed Marias
My child dry your crying eyes upon my waiting shoulder.

Lonely roads with lonely soldiers, lonely streets and names
And Backwoods Johnny smells the flowers, plays the needle junky game.

Let's build cardboard tabernacles and try to disappear.
Once more with a little feeling, Say you love me...love me dear.

This moment will be over soon and yes I know your tired
Someday someone will come through and finally make you smile.