Scott Gist

Lyrics

When The Boys Come Home

Forgotten roads of sorrow
You blame until tomorrow
But, you don’t turn back
Collecting praise you borrowed

The guitar that straps your shoulder
Begins to feel much colder
But, the time rolls on
A year or two much older

What would they say
What would they say
When The Boys Come Home

You listen to the wind blow
You hope to hear what you know
That your almost there
The town before the last show

How will they pay
How will they pay

When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home
When The Boys Come Home

Music and Lyrics by Scott Gist ©1991