Come Home (The End Is Near Blues)

from by Wes Tirey



Cream in my coffee
Butter on my bread
Boots on my feet
Hat on my head
Roses on my windowsill
Blankets on my bed
I can’t sleep
And it’s been raining for days

So I turn the TV on
I hear the babble of presidents
The rise and fall of governments
It seems like a change is coming
And I can’t stop from worrying
So you best come home

I think about the future
I think about the end
I think the Buckeye State
And my best friend
Freight yards and factories
Roads I wish to drive again
And how the money goes quicker than it comes

I get restless
So I get lost in the streets
I see men begging for their keep
It’s gone to shit
And I can’t stand it
Could you please come home?


from O, Annihilator, released October 2, 2014
Wes Tirey -- Words, Guitar, Singing
Maharadja Sweets -- Electric Guitar, Organ



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