Home

Well,here I sit in another line, Watching the minutes wasting precious time. I could be home with my family but still, Trying to make a pay to pay the bills. What a life to have when you give it some thought, To be sitting here and with my family I'm not. So I will go on down the road,just counting the miles. Talking to the family on the phone and missing their smiles. The bills will be paid,once again,no money will we see, Poor is my purpose in life and poor I will always be. My friends I have forgotten,I have been gone so long. I remember them occasionally,in the verse of a song. I am dying inside from being alone, One of these days I will finally be home.