feel the clock beat on your back as you pack your bag you wonder if your sanity is something you ever had and you wonder how the darkness panting at your door could drive a man to turn his back and run for other shores pull your coat around your throat but you just cant fight them back the guns the tears the whistling fears as the future fades to black and the things you love begin to fade though you try to hold on as you grip the sands with aging hands til all thats left is gone when you cant go home no matter what you say cant go home theyve gone and took it all away cant go home to taste the dirt is what i yearn for the ones whove gone lets sing a song never to return think on friends and families and you wonder how they fared torn apart forever by the things you ll never share feel the sweat roll down your neck as you bend from the toil from white to blue its what you had to do for a grave on foreign soil of the things we ve lost and the things we ve gained the losses fly off the scale but it s the things we ve lost are what haunt us most the price of distant prison without bail when you cant go home no matter what you say cant go home theyve gone and took it all away cant go home to taste the dirt is what i yearn for the ones whove gone lets sing a song never to return
['celtic rock']