I wrote this song for the broken-hearted
For all you losers who tried and failed
For all us sinners who just wanted to feel alive
I wrote this song for the yellow-bellied
For those of us not sure where we stand
And all those charmers who carry a fear of love
I wrote this song for the wounded soldier
The pardoned crooks who died in jail
For all young people not sure who they're suppose to be
I wrote this song for the tired and weary
For all my sisters who have felt alone
I meant it as a call for all the lost boys to come home
Come home, come home, come home, come home
- 专辑：Putting The Old Horse Down
- 歌手：Poverty Branch
- 歌曲：Come Home
