Verse 1 The porch light’s burned out, the gate is off the chain, Mama keeps the curtains drawn against the rain. Your picture in uniform hangs by the bed, But the man who came back’s not the boy who left. Chorus Brother, don’t come home, the table’s got no place, The war took your hands, and it carved your face. We’re holding on in silence, to the little we own, So, brother, don’t come home. Verse 2 The mill shut its doors, the fields are dry and bare, Dad drinks through the night just to keep from care. The neighbors whisper prayers that never get heard, And we break ourselves quiet ‘cause we’ve run out of words. Chorus Brother, don’t come home, there’s nothing here to save, Only empty yards and unmarked graves. We’re holding on in silence, to the little we own, So, brother, don’t come home. Bridge I walk through the town with your ghost at my side, Every boarded-up window just swallows the light. If you’re out on the road, let the highway be kind, Don’t turn your head back — leave this sorrow behind. Verse 3 There’s a train in the night, calling low and long, A promise of mercy, a half-remembered song. I’ll love you forever, but I’ll say it alone — It hurts too much, brother, for you to come home. Final Chorus Brother, don’t come home, the past is a stone, It’ll sink you down deeper than the seeds we’ve sown. We’re holding on in silence, to the little we own, So, brother… don’t come home.
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