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I found her sleeping in a Kansas truck stop In the corner booth She’d been waiting there for months And that’s the truth She looked at me with wary eyes She’d heard all my lies She was not surprised She only looked at me And shook her head Come back, come home I’m gathering the crumbs and the stones Been travelling faster than my soul can go One subject line, one click away But at the end of the day I couldn’t even say The things that I had done So I spent the morning sweeping floors I didn’t want much more Than to do just one thing at a time And call it mine Come back, come home Letras de cancionesI’m gathering the crumbs and the stones Been travelling faster than my soul can go Before songs were grooves and lines Caught in jars like fireflies The only place a song was held Soft or razor-sharp Was is in the heart Mr. Gatling made a Gatling gun He said it would end war Who could send some mother’s son through such a door? But the bullets move at the speed of cold Drones do as they’re told And the men go home at night and kiss the wife And watch TV And never see all those souls untethered floating out to sea Come back, come home We’re gathering the crumbs and the stones Been travelling faster than our souls can go Come back, come home We’re gathering the crumbs and the stones Been travelling faster than our souls can go Faster than our souls can go Faster than our souls can go From Letras Mania