Almost home
When I missed the bottom stair
You were braiding your gray hair

It had grown so long
Since I'd been gone


And the perfect girls
By the pool, they would protest
The cross around 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 a 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 Noah'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 the bed


And the cops couldn't care
When that crackhead built a boat
And said, "Please, before I go

May our only honored bone
Be the kinship of the kids
and the riot squad"