It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die
Evelyn James they killed in a game

With guns too big for their hands
Just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land
And you'll have to find your own way home, boys

You'll have to find your own way home

The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy

Shot dead in March with a robbery
His brother started out to hell and to ruin
Troy's killer was never caught they say

Young nick he just went bad that day
Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys
He'll have to find his own way home


Why cook dinner?
Why make my bed?

Why come home at all?
Out the door and through the woods
There is a world where nothing grows


It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place
Of someone missing at the table

Mom's hair sprayed tight
And her face in her hands
Watching TV for answers to me

After all she's only human
And she's trying to find her own way home, boys
She's trying to find her own way home


My legs ache
My heart is sore

The well is full of pennies