I found her sleeping in a Kansas truck stop,
In the corner booth.
She'd been waiting there for months,
And that's the truth.
She looked at me with wary eyes,
She'd heard all my lies.
She was not surprised,
She just looked a me
And shook her head.
Chorus: Come back, Come home.
I'm gathering the crumbs and stones.
Been traveling faster than my soul
Can go.
One subject line, one click away,
But at the end of the day,
I couldn't even say,
The things that I had done.
So I spent the morning sweeping floors.
I didn't want much more,
Then to do just one thing at a time,
And call it mine.
Chorus
Before songs were grooves and lines
And caught in jars like fireflies,
The only place a song was held
Soft and razor-sharp
Was in the heart.
Mr. Gatling made a Gatling gun
He said it would end war
For who could send some mothers son
Through such a door
But the bullets move at the speed of cold
Drones do as they're told
And the men go home at night
And kiss the wife
And watch TV
And never see
All those souls untethered
Floating out to sea
Chorus
In the corner booth.
She'd been waiting there for months,
And that's the truth.
She looked at me with wary eyes,
She'd heard all my lies.
She was not surprised,
She just looked a me
And shook her head.
Chorus: Come back, Come home.
I'm gathering the crumbs and stones.
Been traveling faster than my soul
Can go.
One subject line, one click away,
But at the end of the day,
I couldn't even say,
The things that I had done.
So I spent the morning sweeping floors.
I didn't want much more,
Then to do just one thing at a time,
And call it mine.
Chorus
Before songs were grooves and lines
And caught in jars like fireflies,
The only place a song was held
Soft and razor-sharp
Was in the heart.
Mr. Gatling made a Gatling gun
He said it would end war
For who could send some mothers son
Through such a door
But the bullets move at the speed of cold
Drones do as they're told
And the men go home at night
And kiss the wife
And watch TV
And never see
All those souls untethered
Floating out to sea
Chorus