Broken (Comin' Home)
Music and Lyrics by Paul Atkinson
Verse I:
I stand before you a broken man.
Tears and fears and crippled dreams I am.
Lay me down, bring me home.
But turn on the radio so I'm not alone.
Play me some Dylan, play it real low.
I've got to rest these weary bones I hold.
I've got to get Kelly on the telephone.
And tell her just to breathe real low into the phone.
I've reached the end; I've finished the joke.
Would you tell her I've reached the end of the road?
I'm coming home.
Chorus:
Comin' home down that dusty road I knew when I was young
And all the things I thought I left I needed all along.
I'm comin' home.
Verse II:
I stand before you a broken promise.
Stories and lies of indifference.
Don't listen to me; don't tell me to stop.
But drop a little loose change in my old tin cup.
Hold tight to wisdom; she won't let you drop.
Watch out for promises like me, they can take a lot.
And wash your hands of all that comfort brought.
I guess that's really all this old road has taught.
But it means a lot.
Chorus
Instrumental Bridge
Chorus 2x
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