home is where the heart breaks

i don't remember much about daddy at all

said he drove a truck

momma said he was handsome and tall

but to me he was never more than just a picture on the wall

and for my 16th birthday all he could give me was a call

momma was a looker

that's what the men would always say

she must have tried them all out once daddy went away

and to me our back door was just some beat up

turning page

and i just sat there dying inside

there was nothing left to say

and the wheels go 'round

and the world gets cold

and the best that i could hope for is just to die when i get old

and these four walls drive me insane

sometimes home is where the heart breaks

momma died from cancer when i was 22

and this house was all she left me

so what else could i do

i got a job out paving highways and fell all in love with you

and now months later there's a nursery in what used to be my room

now i come home

we don't talk

and you cry yourself to sleep

and i sit here 'til the liquor finally gets the best of me

then i crumple down beside you and kiss your tear-stained cheek

and realize this house is just a black hole and all i ever do is sink

and the tears fall down

and the world gets cold

and the best that i could hope for is just to die when i get old

and these four walls drive me insane

sometimes home is where the heart breaks

my son asked me saturday daddy