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