Iron & Wine - Carousel lyrics

Almost home And I miss the bottom stair You were braiding your grey hair And it's grown so long Since I've been gone Now the perfect girls, By the pool, they would protest With crosses 'round their necks, But our sons were overseas, And we all know about the hive and the honey bees. Almost home With an olive branch and a dove You were beating on a Persian rug With your Bible and your wedding band Both hidden on the TV stand. And the cruel wind blew Every city father fell Off the county carousel While the dogs were eating snow All our sons had sunk in a trunk Of no one's clothes Almost home, We got lost on our new street, While your grieving girls all died in their sleep, So the dogs all went unfed, A great dream of bones all piled on a bed And the cops couldn't care, When that crack head built a boat And said, "Please, before I go May your only honor bought Be the kinship of the kids in the riot squad."