Almost home
And I miss the bottom stair
You were braiding your grey hair
And it's grown so long
Since I've been gone
Now the perfect girls
By the pool  they would protest
With crosses 'round their necks
But our sons were overseas
And we all know about the hive and the honey bees
Almost home
With an olive branch and a dove
You were beating on a persian rug
With your Bible and your wedding band
Both hidden on the TV stand
And the cruel wind blew
Every city father fell
Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
All our sons had sunk in a trunk
Of no one's clothes
Almost home
We got lost on our new street
While your grieving girls all died in their sleep
So the dogs all went unfed
A great dream of bones all piled on a bed
And the cops couldn't care
When that crackhead built a boat
And said  please  before I go
May your only honor bought
Be the kinship of the kids in the riot squad