Come Home (The End Is Near Blues)

from by Wes Tirey

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lyrics

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?

credits

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

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