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Hanna’s Coming Home

With a cardboard box and a canvas valise
She made it seem so easy to leave
And then her face grew small through the window of the train
As it pulled out of the station and we lost her in the rain

I used to feel like it was all my fault
Until I gave up feeling anything at all

Now they say Hanna’s coming home
But that don’t mean a thing to me
‘cause I can’t roll away the stone
And be the child I used to be
Just because Hanna’s coming home

She was like the glue that held us all together then
And without her we just crumbled like a card house in the wind
It wasn’t very long ‘til I was getting into trouble
And my dad became the captain of a ship inside a bottle

I used to think that it was all her fault
Now I don’t think about her anymore at all

‘til I heard Hanna’s coming home
But that don’t mean a thing to me
‘cause I can’t roll away the stone
And be the child I used to be
Just because Hanna’s coming home

All we knew of her
Was the rumors that we’d hear
And a birthday card that came one time
At the wrong time of year

Now she’s coming back, this morning after all this time
And I’m lookin’ for some sign of room inside this heart of mine
I can hear the train and soon she’s makin’ one last stop
With an canvas valise and a long pine box

Hanna’s coming home
I don’t what it means to me
Can I roll away the stone?
To find the child I used to be
Just because Hanna’s coming home
Hanna’s coming home

Can I roll away the stone?


@ 1996 Tim Bays/Craig Carothers