Brad - Some Never Come Home

Holding out for troubled waters,
Who knows where the course will tell you?
You've got many fortunate be-liefs.

Like love your girl and love your mother,
Don't wait 'till a cold December;
Who knows when a brother's goin' down?

Something every girl should know;
Don't count on some to make it home.


'Cos that reminds me of a time when,
All the lights were shining and the,
Light was always more than one could use.

And you were once a shining ocean,
Giving light to those that wanted;
Something more to hold than just the air.


So give me something to remember;
A diamond ring u-pon a finger.

Something every girl should know;
Don't count on some to make it home.
You don't have to do what you're told,
Guess I'm kinda used to the cold

Something every girl should know;
Don't count on some to make it home.

Something every girl should know;
Don't count on some to make it home.
You don't have to do what you're told,
I guess I'm kinda used to the cold.


Mmm-mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mm,
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm.
Guess I'm kind of used to the cold,
Guess I'm kind of used to the cold...