The Boy Come Home
Navigating Life's Complexities: The Boy's Return
Lyrics
While I go over it in my head
Reflecting on a situation in the mind
Walk through those doors and stand there staring
Entering a place and observing silently
And there ain't one soul that's in there dead
Everyone present is alive and well
My hand stays out, I keep my head
Maintaining a gesture of openness and composure
And walking out I see you sitting in that Ford of your old man's
Noticing someone familiar in a vehicle
Scratching your arms like your skin is crawling
Person in the car appears uneasy or agitated
But done up the best you can
Despite difficulties, making an effort to look presentable
Face first pilot through your window
Imagery of reckless behavior, diving into situations headfirst
Them Paupers they can't tell
People from a lower socio-economic status may not understand
It's strange to think we could have been so brought up by
Reflection on the upbringing and influences
Ourselves
Independence and self-reliance
Run through the streets like rivers raging to seas of barren sand
Metaphorical description of navigating challenging paths
And while every gtain tears you apart stay done up the best
Enduring pain while maintaining composure
You can
Persisting in looking presentable despite difficulties
Unemployment lines stretch to the desert and camouflage
Reference to widespread unemployment and hardship
Hotels
Comparing the expansiveness of hardship to a desert
Where traded up to new distinctions puts justice in your shells
Obtaining status through dubious means impacts justice
Take one for the team and that pretty lady used to cover
Accepting sacrifice for the benefit of others
Up the smell
Dealing with unpleasant situations with a facade of beauty
But when you get back boy you're just crazy if you dare kiss
Warning against revealing secrets after returning
And tell
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This aching heart ain't something I done
Clarification that personal pain is not self-inflicted
This aching heart's been handed down
Inherited emotional distress
But I'm done with it now
Decision to move beyond the inherited pain
So I take that screaming in my head
Experiencing internal turmoil
I walk through those doors and stand there staring
Repeating the act of entering a space and observing
And my hand slips into my coat and everything just freezes
Tension rising, reaching for protection
Running out I see you sitting in the Ford of your old man's
Revisiting the familiar scene with the troubled person
The boy come home
Confirmation of the return of the boy
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