Someday I'll come Home
I left my son and girlfriend late in the fall of 1978. After I made it to the other side of the country, I went to the beach. I sat on the shore and drank what was left of my flask. Every year on his birthday, I return to that beach and get drunk. Through tears I tell the ocean that someday I would come home.
I left my son and girlfriend late in the fall of 1978. I sat on the shore and drank what was left of my flask. After I made it to the other side of the country, I went to the beach. Every year on his birthday, I return to that beach and get drunk. Through tears I tell the ocean that someday I would come home.