all the broken pieces lying in a pile waiting to be swept up from the bathroom tile broke my only mirror feeling not quite right empty little bedroom and a long night oh i miss my honey so now i m cold and lonely oh and i hope she comes back home to her boy whose heart is broke i m sinking slow born into a strange world waiting for a train sliding round chicago in a soft rain year of no returning hanging on the wall praying for salvation and a phone call oh i miss my honey so and my childhood s ending oh and she s got to come back home to her boy descending slow i m sinking slow