They Never Made It Home Songtext
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They never made it home

Sister and brother
He′s simply simpler than others

As far as the story goes
They never made it home

Dragging through the cornfields
Clasping wet hands

In a stretch at the crossroads
They never made it home


Bright flashes
Happy birthday
Seeping gashes
Ripped in the cornfield

Grandpa made sandwiches
Grandma made pie
Uncle was absent
Most of the night

Dust, bleach, ephemera
They walked for hours
Clasped hand in hand
Gurgling their tears

Tangled laces
They found his severed feet
Of all the places
By her baby blue shoes