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She took her own advice And threw it away Hitch hock from Omaha To San Francisco bay She took a job waiting tables Another selling charms Short out of money Into holes in her arms She calls her daddy once a month To say she's doing alright But everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight He was a family man As long as he could recall Met a waitress on a business trip Decided he was never going home Maxed out the visa And then the mastercard Then a waitress met a surfer In a beach side bar He got a post card from his little girl Said daddy, I hope you're alright Letras de canciones But everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Our tomatoes We carry ourselves And where we ought to be I took my own advice And threw it away Waited by the phone on friday morning Wondering what there was to say Took a couple of shots Break a glass of wine I tried to write a song for you But nothing came to mind I hope he treats you well , I guess I hope you're doing alright But everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Everybody's gonna Everybody's gonna Everybody's gonna find their own way home tonight Everybody's gonna Everybody's gonna find their own way home From Letras Mania