Jeffrey Foucault Follow

The humble sky is falling down
On golden mother May
The sun in shadows rising
Paints the dawning break of day
And you could ask ten thousand times
How come I left that day
But the answer it won't change your mind
And I've got nothing else to say

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of that ragged flag unfurled
And I wonder when the light of the last
Honest man passed from this weary world and they say
Home is where the heart is
My home ain't in this town
I build walls and just to climb them
Climb them just so you can help me down

Hear me oh hear me
These times will grow faint
And the years spring up new like the Indian paint
Our dreams they succeed us
Our children we taint
Pray for my soul the times they grow faint

And mine eyes have seen the glory
Of that ragged flag unfurled
And I wonder when the light of the last
Honest man passed from this weary world and they say
Home is where the heart is
My home ain't in this town
I build walls and just to climb them
Climb them just so you can help me down