Sonny Come Home

These woods, I've been here before,
But someone's changed the color of the leaves.
Not leaves not green anymore;
What is that hanging in the trees?
Bits of glass broken, bicycle wheels broken,
Old toys, old wounds, broken, broken.
Why did I come here on my way home?

      I heard a voice calling 'Sonny,
     The table's set, the water's warm;
     Come home, come home, come home.'

This road, I've been here before,
But where's the rock I used to climb?
No rock, no road anymore.
Who are these people waiting there in line?
Throwing stones, strangers, throwing knives, strangers.
Old friends, old loves, strangers, strangers.
Why did I come here on my way home?

     I heard a voice calling 'Sonny,
     The table's set, the water's warm;
     Come home, come home, come home.'

This house, I've been here before,
But there's no answer when I knock.
Just wind, no sound anymore,
My key won't fit into the lock.
Are all the rooms empty? Fireplace empty?
Cold walls, cold rooms, empty, empty.
Why did I come here on my way home?

     Inside a voice calls me, 'Sonny,
     The table's set, the water's warm;
     Come home, come home, come home.'

I hear you, I hear you,
But I can't come home.