Some Never Come Home

Brad

Compositor: Brad

Holding out for troubled waters

Who knows where the course will tell you

You've got many fortunate beliefs

Like love your girl and love your mother

Don't wait until a cold December

Who knows when a brother's goin' down

Something every girl should know

Don't count on some to make it home

'Cause that reminds me of a time when

All the lights were shining and the

Light was always more than one could use

And you were once a shining ocean

Giving light to those that wanted

Something more to hold than just the air

So give me something to remember

A diamond ring upon a finger

Something every girl should know

Don't count on some to make it home

You don't have to do what you're told

I guess I'm kinda used to the cold