Album: Honey From the Tombs

It's too cold by the window
And too hot by the fire
The porch light is burnt out
And the sky looks tired

It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone
The bedroom is like a Monday
And the phone is my only song

The nights a broken radio
Even the dogs face is long
It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone

Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon

I can hear your wheels
Turn on the lonely highway
Ice kicked up in the February sun
Of the town Thunderbay

It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone

Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon

East to west, north to south
Blind in the pines of highway 69
Thirty loads in thirty nights
Thirty cities and dirty dashboard days

It's all wrong while your gone
It's all wrong while your gone

Come home and the birds will bring you honey
Come home and flowers will bloom
Come home are you as lonesome
Come home soon, come home soon
Come home soon

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