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  • He wakes up as the evening fades to night
    To the chiming of an ice cream van that hides
    Out there in the dark
    And the sound echoes through the empty park
    He's lost and far from home
    His body's felling beat up and abused
    His whiskey and his luck they all got used
    And then the phone rings and he hears the angel sing
    Please won't you come home
    And time seems to pass him by
    Ravens all call him from the sky
    And God takes his vengeance slow
    Maybe that's the way the story goes
    Is that how you feel when you get old
    He's search for the answer everywhere
    Then God turns up one morning with a prayer
    And he said you're mine
    Just have one more glass of wine
    And then I'm taking you home
    When the wind whispers secrets cold
    From the footsteps of the empty men now dead
    They shine under silver moons
    And whisper while you're sleeping gin your bed
    Home's not just a place to lay your head
  • [00:00.00]He wakes up as the evening fades to night
    [00:48.99]To the chiming of an ice cream van that hides
    [00:53.31]Out there in the dark
    [00:55.90]And the sound echoes through the empty park
    [01:01.60]He's lost and far from home
    [01:06.68]His body's felling beat up and abused
    [01:11.47]His whiskey and his luck they all got used
    [01:15.95]And then the phone rings and he hears the angel sing
    [01:23.99]Please won't you come home
    [01:29.96]And time seems to pass him by
    [01:33.88]Ravens all call him from the sky
    [01:39.81]And God takes his vengeance slow
    [01:43.77]Maybe that's the way the story goes
    [01:48.68]Is that how you feel when you get old
    [01:58.56]He's search for the answer everywhere
    [02:03.28]Then God turns up one morning with a prayer
    [02:07.45]And he said you're mine
    [02:11.03]Just have one more glass of wine
    [02:16.28]And then I'm taking you home
    [02:21.99]When the wind whispers secrets cold
    [02:25.85]From the footsteps of the empty men now dead
    [02:31.79]They shine under silver moons
    [02:35.68]And whisper while you're sleeping gin your bed
    [02:40.19]Home's not just a place to lay your head