We heard the story from his whiskered wife
As we sat around her in that dusky den
She told us how he lost his life
And ten years later picked it up again
He was carving marble in his dreams
And sleeping in an old septic shack
So he left his kingdom and he left his queen
I guess they still expect him back
This home is broken
No lights are on
There's someone hoping
Hope's not all gone
He started over somewhere later
Built another world in another town
She saw his picture in the paper
He face it wrinkled as they sat her down
All the good things are worth the wait
But an empty pocket and a burning shoe
Make it easier to just clean the slate
And what's a family but a bill that's due?
This home is broken
No lights are on
There's someone hoping
Hope's not all gone
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