Spirit of the Buffalo - Dylan Smucker

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It's a little past supper time I'm still out on the porch steps Sittin' on my behind, waiting for you Wonder if everything is all right Momma said, "Come in boy, don't waste your time" I said, "I got time, he'll be home soon" I was five years old and talkin' to myself Where were you? Where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No there's no one home In my house of pain And I didn't write these pages and My scripts been rearranged No there's no one home In my house of pain 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? I was eighteen, still talking to myself Oh, where were you? Where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No 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 No there's no one home In my house of pain I was eighteen, still talking to myself Oh, where were you? Oh, where'd you go? Daddy can't you tell? I'm not tryin' to fake it And I ain't the one to blame No there's no one home In my house of pain So I didn't write these pages And my script's been rearranged No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home In my house of pain No there's no one home in my house of pain