Anthony
In your father's home
You're the first friend that I'd known
The sun is setting and we're
Five years old
I swear to God we had more stories than our fathers told
Than our fathers told
Than our fathers told
Than our fathers told
I'm old and ornery with mine
You said this is how you know your own
We showed each other what we
Had to hold
Asked What's this thing that they call
Being a man?
20 years later and I still don't understand
And I wish that I could call you up
'Cause my pride been something to rough up
My story's just like we made up
That day when we gave it up
Namesake and a tale too tall
But men don't keep this in order at all!
I wanna tell you but I never got your number
Anthony it's all --
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
Good and soon and far away yeah
I know my innocence is hidden in you Joan
You're the source of tender heart that wrecks a hundred stone
If you're wondering if I can build what broke you
Hold your fire I would know
I'm a product of five of my father's hundred homes
And if you're wondering if I mourn you all alone
We have more stories than your father's told but
I was wondering if --
If you're wondering if --
But you're good and you're soon and
Far away far away yeah
Yeah you're good and you're soon and
Far away far away yeah
You're good and you're soon and
Far away far away yeah
You're good and you're soon and
Far away far away yeah