It's the same with men as with horses and dogs

Nothing wants to die

Evelyn James they killed in a game

With guns too big for their hands

Just off St. Charles in no man's land

And you'll have to find your own way home, boys

You'll have to find your own way home

The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year old boy

Shot dead in March in a robbery

His brother started out to hell and to ruin

Troy's killer was never caught, they say

Young Nick, he just went bad that day

Now he'll have to find his own way home, boys

He'll have to find his own way home

Why cook dinner? Why make my bed?

Why come home at all

Out the door and through the woods

There's a world where nothing grows

It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place

Of someone missing at the table

Mom's hair sprayed tight and her face in her hands

Watching TV for answers to me

After all, she's only human

And she's trying to find her own way home, boys

She's trying to find her own way home

My legs ache

My heart is sore

The well is full of pennies