Some days the most that you hope to do is step in your leather shoes
And make your way around the block
Days that tired mother of ours and living has made her sad
How she wishes she could stop the clock
And so I'm told, I wear and I'm worn
Come clean, come clean, come near, come home, come home
You always come home to those empty rooms
And wonder what's left to lose folding sheets 'cause you can never stop
Days that tired mother of ours and living has made her sad
How she wishes she could stop the clock
And so I'm told, I wear and I'm worn
Come clean, come clean, come near, come home, come home
And so I'm told, I wear and I'm worn
Come clean, come clean, come near, come home, come home

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