Hey Mr. Man

Hey, Mr. Man
Don’t you call her name no more
Don’t you call her name
Wait, try to understand
Offer up a word or two
Written in the sand
Sleeping in the morning light
In the morning light, in the morning light
Sleeping in the morning light
In the morning light, in the morning light
All these alibis
Thinking you can stay in wild
And watch the grass grow high
Will you ever, ever go home?
Why are you staying alone?
Will you ever, ever go?
Will you ever, ever go home?
Come back to the farm
Lay, lay down by the stream
With the blade of grass in hand
With the blade of grass
Stay, stay there with your bride
The one that you imagine comes
The one that never comes
Talking to an empty cup
Hand me down my cup
Hand me down my cup
Talking to an empty cup
Hand me down my cup
Hand me down my cup
Looking there for a sign
Leaving these blues
And whatever I do behind
Will you ever, ever go home?
Why are you staying alone?
Will you ever, ever go?
Will you ever, ever go home?
Go back to the farm
Go back to the farm
Go back to the farm
Go back to the farm