Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
A dream to seek
A dream to sell
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
That I played all day
I ran and I fell
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
Nobody to listen
Nothing rings a bell
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
How I wanted to be kind
Didn't wanna go to hell
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
They never asked questions
So they never knew me well
But
Whenever I got home
I had a story to tell
Knew my Father would kill
and My mother would yell.
