He wakes up as the evening to night To the chiming of an ice cream van that hides Out there in the dark And echoes through the empty park He’s lost and far home His body’s feeling beat up and abused His whiskey and his luck, they all got used And then the phone rings And he hears the angel Please won’t you come home?
And time seems pass him by Ravens all calling from the sky And God takes vengeance slow Maybe that’s the way the story goes? Is that just how you feel when get old?
He’s searching for the answer everywhere Then God turned up one morning with a prayer And he said you're mine have one more glass of wine then I’m taking you home And wind whispers secrets cold From the footsteps of the empty den(??) They shine under silver moons And whisper while he’s sleeping in your bed Home’s not just a place to lay your head