home of the brave

Ten 'til the whistle in Trouble Town
The boys are tired of laying down
The pockets are jingling with them old car key poems
In this home of the brave
This home of the brave

The kids are playing just a little bit too loud
No place to hide in this whole, goddamn house
No room for nothing, in this space upstairs
In this home of the brave
This home of the braves

So it’s down to Rico’s for some room to think
A table in the corner, a cold beer to drink
12-bars buzzing, over the Pirates game
They’re home against the Braves
In this home of the brave

These empty sockets stare at the floor
These rusty pipes won’t see Be Sweet no more
And these dreams like dust balls, tumble down the hall
In this home of the brave
This home of the brave

The coffee maker coughs up the goods
While the quiet ones are often misunderstood
And it drives them deeper into these piney woods
In this home of the brave
This home of the brave

home of the brave
september 11, 2002

 
 
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