Hometown Funeral Home

He took the good car with him off the road
And left them nothing, but the wreckage to tow
He packed his snow boots and his black dress shoes
And left them nothing, but an empty bowl of soup
On the counter
As if he was coming right back

He wrote one last note and put it under his hat
And left them nothing, but the garbage full of drafts
He locked the back door and threw away the spare key
And left them nothing - just enough to see
That he was dead
Already

So I swore
I won't be caught
Acting healthy
When I'm not

Yeah i'll be more
Than the wreckage to tow
I'll be more
Than an empty bowl of soup
I'll be more
Than the garbage full of drafts
I'll be more
So much more



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Andrew
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