Carousel

Almost home

And I miss the bottom stair

You were braiding your grey hair

And it's grown so long

Since I've been gone

Now the perfect girls

By the pool they would protest

With crosses 'round their necks

But our sons were overseas

And we all know about the hive and the honey bees

Almost home

With an olive branch and a dove

You were beating on a persian rug

With your Bible and your wedding band

Both hidden on the TV stand

And the cruel wind blew

Every city father fell

Off the county carousel

While the dogs were eating snow

All our sons had sunk in a trunk

Of no one's clothes

Almost home

We got lost on our new street

While your grieving girls all died in their sleep

So the dogs all went unfed

A great dream of bones all piled on a bed

And the cops couldn't care

When that crackhead built a boat

And said please before I go

May your only honor bought

Be the kinship of the kids in the riot squad