A little past supper-time
I'm still out on the porch step sitting on my behind,
Waiting for you.Wondering if everything is alright.
Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time." I said, "I've got time.
Well, he'll be here soon."Five years old and talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy, can't you tell?I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of painWasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you.I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big lie, the same old lie.
How could you?Well, I was eighteen and still talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't you tell?I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
[Repeat]And I'm alone again
Well, if I learned anything from this... It's how to live on my own.
Songwriters
VAN HALEN, EDWARD / VAN HALEN, ALEX / ROTH, DAVID LEEPublished by
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