Losing in front of your home crowd. You wished the ground would open up. And take you down. And will time never pass. Will time never pass. For us. Your weary wife is walking away. Your nephew is true well he thinks. The world of you. And I have to close my eyes. Losing in front of your home town. The crowd call your name. They love you. All the same. The sound the smell and the spray. You will take them all away. And they'll stay till the grave. Your weary wife is walking away. Your nephew is true well he thinks. The world of you. And I have to close my eyes. Losing in your home town. Hell is the bell. That will not ring again. You will return one day. Oh because of all the things. That you see. When your eyes close. Your weary wife walking away. Your nephew is true. He still thinks the world of you. And I have to dry my eyes