Call Me Home

Before we wrote the bible there were honest men

Dressed like horses and their hands like satin

And somewhere in the skies where all the ballads go

When singers are tired and leave their homes

But we are continental drifters by design

We've got no more money laying down the line

So there's no distraction, no useless action, there's no time

There's no water damage

Call me home

I might answer

The old country's disasterous

After us

There is nothing left to wear that could flatter us

And all our vices fight for themselves

You are the chorus in my adverse life

We spread out our possessions all the time

All useless lessons and all the given names

Are poorly written and thrown away

So call me

I'll answer

The old country's disasterous

After us

There is nothing left to wear that could flatter us