(Mark Stuart, Stacey Earle)
I almost hate to go back home
Somebody`s died every time I`ve been gone
I ain`t saying I don`t want to know
Just that it brings me down so low
I was needing more out of life
I forgot how to be your wife
Everybody`s settlin` for settlin` down
Hear the jingle of the chains rattling around
I never really gave much thought
I m sure its my own fault
I just figured after years gone by
All them tears would have run dry
I go out night after night
And I wonder if I`m treating myself right
And I think about the ones I left behind
When I cry night after night
Here`s to the ones who worked all along
Living in fear of being alone
Well I started out early in life
I made mine and I knew I
Could never really go back home
That`s the same as being alone
Sure, I could always turn it around
That`d be the same as shooting me down