Home Sick Home

In this terrible wave
Of scattered souls,
Taking what they need,
Frail and scared and slow...

She is not afraid,
And patiently stands
As I put medicine
In her open, waiting hands.

Her green eyes
I think I recognize...
They lie inside a grave
In the shadow of St. James.

Coming home (home sick home.)

Is it really home,
If everyone who knew your name
Is dead and gone?
Is it still the same place?

That now I have returned
With medicines abounding,
And everything I've learned,
It all amounts to nothing.

Coming home (home sick home.)

I can't save you, but I can help you ease the pain for a while.
I can't fix you, but I can help you ease the pain for a while.
I can't save you, but I can help you ease the pain for a while.
I can't fix you, but I can help you ease the pain for a while, my home, sick home.

Coming home,
To wipe the snow
From her headstone.