Now he's back again till talking through the dust About money, about the kids About forty years of digging dirt Cold coffee and collared shirts Double threaded under dull light When your arms won't fold You're so sick for home ♪ Now you're back again Walk in through the dust The same floor holds the same chairs Bent backs for collared shirts You breathed dust ♪ Stars shine through tin on plaster Straight arms won't stop the world Dust hangs in the dull late light You're so sick for home He breathed stone Breathe