Golden Smog Won't Be Coming Home
he is reaching up for climbing ropes hanging down below I see the children smiling no need to let it show I know, I won’t be coming home no more the street in sidewalk borders stretch out beyond the scenes the sweet and dark emotions every day hopes and dreams my God, I know who’s waiting beneath the bedroom floor her eyes anticipating I’m reaching every move I know, I won’t be coming home no more all I ever wanted was to turn from my side all I ever wanted was to turn from my side the rake is scratching harder the half drawn window shade like any empty memory the colors seem to fade my God, I know who’s waiting beneath the bedroom floor remember summer showers outside the cabin walls I know, I won’t be coming home no more
