Lyrics

my father was a priest my mother was a nun
they divorced god and had a hell of a son
turn the light out if you ever come back home

my girl’s a journeyman she works and moves along
and nobody knows how she got that strong
turn the light out if you ever come back home

speaking of the people that i miss the most
the check ain’t in the mail it's in the parcel post
turn the light out if you ever come back home

your mother went crazy on the 4th of july
and you would’ve known if you’d have looked in her eyes
turn the light out if you ever come back home

she blew kisses from a billboard overlooking route fifteen
she made the mean men pleasant the friendly women mean
turn the light out if you ever come back home

speaking of the people that i miss the most
the check ain’t in the mail it's in the parcel post
turn the light out if you ever come back home

i buried all your letters in a canvas sack
because I've never been in prison and I don’t wanna go back
turn the light out if you ever come back home

there's nothing in my pocket that jingles or folds
just a picture of you i noticed it’s getting old
turn the light out if you ever come back home

speaking of the people that i hate the most
the check ain’t in the mail it's in the parcel post
turn the light out if you ever come back home

come back home
come back home
turn the light out if you ever come back home

Written by Brendan Hines. ©2007 Not Going Further Productions (ASCAP). All rights reserved.