home is hard like Chinese puzzles
of rings & rope, we tried to solve them,
fumbling with our child hands
(as) they resist our best advances,
& home is harder..
home is hard like 20 questions,
the words get lost, we tried to guess them,
was there something that I could’ve said
to calm the voices in your head?
home is harder..
I believe our intentions are good,
that we’ve loved each other the best that we could,
I know that I’ve never suffered like you,
and I’m sorry that there wasn’t more I could do..
home is where the war is over,
with no parade, the wounded gather,
maybe we could start again,
when I’m away I still pretend,
but home it’s harder..
I believe our intentions are good,
that we’ve loved each other the best that we could,
I know that I’ll never suffer like you,
I am sorry that there isn’t more I could do..
home is where the war is over,
but at each loud noise we dive for cover,
was there something that I could’ve said
to calm the voices in your head?
home is harder..
so breathe it out in one long sigh,
when I leave I wonder why
home is harder..
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