Bread for Brett

Lyrics

Where do you come from? Do the children break the windows of the houses That no one lives in? Do you have bad days? Do you have bad days? The trees, the leaves, the late nights The cold, the dark, the night time The streets that breathe in our names are shameless places Fingernails all filled with soil and sorrow We will break the fence or we will climb it Tear down your billboards and all your street lights (New apartment complexes rising) We're standing up on stilts while the ground below is shaking And we can see the skin from our sunburn flake away And we'd never have bad days They'd move like months And we're keeping these years tucked away These years tucked away Like celebrated zip codes Like a neighbor with a shortcut through their backyard Holding onto something whether it be a postcard or a purpose Where are you, and where have you run to? Why don't you just come home?