Some Never Come Home - Brad



Holding out for troubled waters



Who knows where the course will tell you



You've got many fortunate beliefs



Like love your girl and love your mother



Don't wait until a cold december



Who knows when a brother's goin' down



Something every girl should know



Don't count on some to make it home



'cause that reminds me of a time when



All the lights were shining and the



Light was always more than one could use



And you were once a shining ocean



Giving light to those that wanted



Something more to hold than just the air



So give me something to remember



A diamond ring upon a finger



Something every girl should know



Don't count on some to make it home



You don't have to do what you're told



I guess i'm kinda used to the cold



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