Story Behind The Song
A father's frantic search for his runaway son
| Song Length |
4:10 |
Genre |
Rock - Gothic, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Worried, Troubled |
Subject |
Worry, Son |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Tommy, I heard you're out there somewhere,
Sleeping under neon skies.
They say you're running with the shadows,
Trying hard to feel alive.
I've walked the streets from dusk to sunrise,
Asked your friends and called your name.
Son, the house feels cold without you--
And I'm the one who holds the blame.
They told me you've been drifting, Tommy,
Sharing beds with winter rain.
Trying to outrun the memories
Of the nights we both felt pain.
But boy, I swear I never meant to
Push you out or let you fall.
I've searched the alleys and the stations--
Son, I'd tear down every wall.
(Chorus)
Tommy, come home, the door's wide open,
There's a warm fire waiting for you.
No more storms, no more cold nights--
Just a place you can start new.
All is forgiven, nothing's broken,
No punishment, no blame to prove.
Tommy, come home, you're still my boy--
And my heart's still beating for you.
I kept your room the way you left it,
Dusty trophies on the shelf.
Your jacket hanging by the doorway,
Like you'll walk in by yourself.
I sit and watch the porch light flicker,
Hoping you might see it glow.
Son, I'd trade my years of silence
Just to hear you say hello.
(Bridge)
You don't have to face the darkness,
You don't have to walk alone.
Every road you've taken, Tommy,
Still leads back to your home.
(Chorus)
Tommy, come home, the door's wide open,
There's a warm fire waiting for you.
No more storms, no more cold nights--
Just a place you can start new.
All is forgiven, nothing's broken,
No punishment, no blame to prove.
Tommy, come home, you're still my boy--
And my heart's still beating for you.
And if you hear this in the darkness,
Know I'm walking toward your name.
I'll keep searching every corner
Till the day you come again.
But if you're tired, cold, or hurting,
Son, you know just what to do--
Come home to where you're wanted,
Where a father's love is true.