There come reasons to forget Which roads will take you home The maps inside your heart Tell you if that’s where you belong Familiar stops and turns ahead Lead to battles never won Time spent blaming one another While getting nothing done Every mile you clench your fists And turn a ghostly gray Going home again Will you have anything to say You hear a thousand voices Calling out your name You see a few lost shadows Ghosts in the rain As the distance fades to nothing You find your once familiar street There’s a slow rain coming soon That’s supposed to turn to sleet Once you pull into the driveway Home and heart come face to face Hope and haste go arm in arm Once you ease into that place Family waits like a movie scene Dull with tears and nightly grief Phony hugs and awkward handshakes Sum up your welcoming receipt You hear a thousand voices Screaming out your name You watch the broken shadows Ghosts in the rain As you walk through the hall Pictures stare out from frames Images taken long ago Still make you feel the same You sit a while to visit The first dice roll of the game Stares and silent nods Help to pass along the shame Rooms with ancient scars Mix with bitter smell and taste Every mumbled sound reminds you Of the whispers and the waste Rain becomes a storm As generations sit to pray Dinner plates and thunder claps Drown out everything we say Make it through the night Wake up enough to open blinds Pack up the stormy memories Drive until the past is miles behind You hear a thousand voices Whispering your name You chase the fading shadows Ghosts in the rain
