Lyrics:

A little past supper-time
I'm still out on the porch step sitting on my behind,
Waiting for you.

Wondering if everything is alright.
Momma said,
'Come in boy, don't waste your time.
' I said,
'I've got time.
Well, he'll be here soon.
'

Five years old and talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy, can't you tell?

I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain.
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain

Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you.

I paced my room a million times.
And all I ever got was one big lie, the same old lie.
How could you?

Well, I was eighteen and still talking to myself.
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't you tell?

I'm not trying to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame.
There's no one home
In my house of pain
I didn't write these pages
And my script's been rearranged.
No, there's no one home
In my house of pain
[Repeat]

And I'm alone again
Well, if I learned anything from this... It's how to live on my own.