Helluva Home - Dave Hause

Their sidewalks, songs and their knuckles are cracked

And they ring like an old broken bell

They kick and they scream, they call it brotherly love

And it seems like a living hell

But the pavement connects, and the knuckles protect

And the cracked songs help heal the wounds

And they huddle together fight off the cold

They kick scream and sing out of tune

And wait for the flowers to bloom

It’s a helluva home

It’s a helluva home

Where else would I go

It’s all I know

It’s a hell

It’s a helluva home

Out here it’s all earthquakes, plastic, and the hills are on fire

Styrofoam, tan moms and drought

I ain’t seen a black girl in 28 days

And I’m starting to have my doubts

No rain’s got me withering but at least I’m not shivering

I can breathe here without all the gloom

We got our feet in the sand, endless possible land

Bathing in the sun and the moon

With wildflowers always in bloom

It’s a helluva home

It’s a helluva home

Where else would I go

It’s all I know

It’s a hell

It’s a helluva home

It’s a helluva home

Where else would I go

It’s all I know

It’s a hell

It’s a helluva home

I got used to waving goodbye

I got tired of grinding in a giant city waiting to die

It’s a helluva home

It’s a helluva home

Where else would I go

It’s all I know

It’s a hell

It’s a helluva home

It’s a helluva home

Where else would I go

It’s all I know

It’s a hell

It’s a helluva home

Helluva home

You go east you go west you get tarnish and sheen

The trick is to live with the two

For now I’ll sing here with less in a world in between

As long as I’m singing with you

I want to sing it with you