Carousel - Iron & Wine

Almost home when I missed the bottom stair

You were braidin' your gray hair

It had grown so long

Since I’d been gone

And the perfect girls by the pool, they would protest

The cross around their necks

But our sons were overseas

And we all know 'bout the hive and the honeybees

Almost home with an olive branch and a dove

You were beating on a Persian rug

With your Bible and your wedding band

Both hidden on the TV stand

When a cruel wind blew every city father fell

Off the county carousel

While the dogs were eating snow

All our sons had sunk in a trunk of Noah’s clothes

Almost home and got lost on our new street

While your grievin' girls all died in their sleep

So the dogs all went unfed

A great dream of bones all piled on the bed

And the cops couldn’t care when that crackhead built a boat

And said, «Please, before I go

May our only honored bond

Be the kinship of the kids in the riot squad»