These words i lay still
Leads me to think of home

Like kids who play free
With hands that don't bleed noone

The warmth on those eyes
Made me believe living's worth

Sewing machine sounds
Noone could tear down that hope

I rather believe we all did the best we could

I cross the border
Between the bar and the room

Where dad and mom lived
Their own ways to fill their gloom

A rusty wheelchair
Sits there to watch beakman's world

A foggy tv
For eyes that don't see no hope

I rather believe we all did the best we could

Embrace me now, cuz i'm prepared to come home