No one knows
No one cares
Where he goes
What he wears

If he comes home at night

He’s all alone
He’s all he has
A silent phone
Old photographs

Why should he come home at night?

An empty bar
A glass of gin
No loving arms
To tuck him in

He should have came home at night

She sat alone
day after day
While he roamed
She slipped away

He should have came home at night

She loved him so
She would've stayed
And now he knows
The hand he played

He should have came home at night

An empty bar
A glass of gin
No loving arms
To tuck him in

He should have came home at night