I don't remember much about daddy at allSaid he drove a truck, mama said he was handsome and tallBut to me he was never more than just a picture on the wallAnd for my 16th birthday all he could give me was a callMama was a looker, that's what the men would always sayShe must have tried them all out once daddy went awayAnd to me our back door was just some beat up turning pageAnd I just sat there dying inside, there was nothing left to sayAnd the wheels go round and the world gets coldAnd the best that I can hope for is just to die when I get oldAnd these four wallsDrive me insaneAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksMama died from cancer when I was 22And this house was all she left meSo what else could I do?I got a job out paving highways and fell all in love with youAnd nine months later there's a nursery in what used to be my roomAnd I got a job out paving highways and fell all in love with youNow I come home we don't talk and you cry yourself to sleepAnd I sit here until the liquor finally gets the best of meAnd then I crumble down beside you and kiss your tear stained cheekAnd realize this house is just a black hole and all I ever do is singAnd the tears fall down and the world gets coldAnd the best that I can hope for is just to die when I get oldAnd these four walls drive me insaneAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksMy son asked me Saturday, Daddy, how come you never smile?The worst thing a man could do is just lie right to his childSo I just tell some tired story about years agoAnd running wildHe can figure out the cold hard truth on his own in just a whileAnd the years go by and the world gets coldAnd the best that I can hope for is just to die when I get oldAnd these four walls drive me insaneAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaksAnd sometimes home is where the heart breaks