Jars At Home

Hollow headed moment in your eyes
Shouldn't come to me as no surprise
That she loves me when I'm gone
And when I'm here, I'm all alone
Left to wander hopelessly again

I got a woman, and she is a friend of mine
She likes to pretend that she never cries
But I can see her on the stairs
And Lord, it's more than I can bear
But my head can't simply turn away

There's a room as cold as it is lonely
Build it up, boys, and tear it down

All the devil's weight upon my back
All I wish for, babe, is what I lack

No matter how I try, I never seem to walk the line
And all the world is kept in jars at home
Yes, all the world is kept in jars at home



Credits
Writer(s): David Patrick Carroll, Erik Robert Berry, Timothy Powell Saxhaug, David Paul Simonett
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