Текст песне : Iron & Wine. The Shepherd's Dog. Carousel.

Almost homeA 
When I missed the bottom stairA 
You were braiding your gray hairA 
It had grown so longA 
Since I'd been goneA 

And the perfect girls,A 
By the pool, they would protestA 
The cross around their necks,A 
But our sons were overseas,A 
And we all know 'bout the hive and the honey bees.A 

Almost homeA 
With an olive branch and a doveA 
You were beating on a Persian rugA 
With your bible and your wedding bandA 
Both hidden on the TV standA 

And the cruel wind blewA 
Every city father fellA 

Off the county carouselA 
While the dogs were eating snowA 
All our sons had sunk in a trunkA 
Of Noah's clothes

Almost home,A 
We got lost on our new street,A 
And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,A 
So the dogs all went unfed,A 
A great dream of bones all piled on a bedA 

And the cops couldn't care,A 
When that crackhead built a boatA 
And said, "Please, before I go,A 
May our only honored bondA 
Be the kinship of the kids and the riot squad"