It ain't easy I swear to God you look straight through me Maybe you could Put yourself where I stood You say you don't Feel home From her saintly stare You don't know her From her saintly stare Aint it hard to Beat around with the evening news Broken what bends We'll build the fire when the storm ends You say You don't Feel home From her saintly stare You don't know her From her saintly stare When the smoke clears The pain still wears The same saintly stare You say, you don't Feel home. You say you don't feel home From her saintly stare You don't know her From her saintly stare When the smoke clears The pain still wears The same saintly stare Saintly stare