He wakes up as the evening fades to night
to the chiming of an ice cream van that hides
out there in the dark
and the sound echoes through the empty park
he's lost and far from home
his body's felling beat up and abused
his whiskey and his luck they all got used
and then the phone rings and he hears the angel sing
please won't you come home
And time seems to pa** him by
ravens all call him from the sky
and God takes his vengeance slow
maybe that's the way the story goes
is that how you feel when you get old
He's search for the answer everywhere
then God turns up one morning with a prayer
and he said you're mine
just have one more gla** of wine
and then I'm taking you home
When the wind whispers secrets cold
from the footsteps of the empty men now dead
they shine under silver moons
and whisper while you're sleeping gin your bed
home's not just a place to lay your head