Oh the stairs I scale
To my one storey jail
Will be nothing
For there's an arm on which I'll lean
And the arm will repay
Every debt that was in its name
Oh, on the day that the boys come home
Those that don't feel the sun
Beating down on their body numb
Will know the heat on the day that they are cooking
Those whose lights run strong
With no hint of interruption
Will know the dark when the boys come home
As for those who look like us
Managing our will into the dust
Who withdraw when the lights have been turned on
On their pitch-black nights
There'll be a flame flickering alight
As they're made to cross all of the bridges they're burning
How I wonder what they'll say
What they'll feel and to whom they'll pray
Oh, on the day that the boys come home
Move this pile of clothes
Let me rest my bones
For there'll be one less day
Till the day I'm promised
As I lower my eyes
Counting down all of the lies
Yes, one less day till I can see grown men made honest
And the only fear I have
Is that my rage fade before I can
See that day that the boys come home
