Home is Where the Heart Breaks

I don't remember much about Daddy at all
 Said he drove a truck, Momma said he was handsome and tall
 But to me he was never more than just a picture on the wall
 And for my 16th birthday all he could give me was a call
 Momma was a looker, that's what the men would always say
 She must have tried them all out once Daddy went away
 And to me our back door was just some beat up, turning page
 And I just sat there dying inside, there was nothing left to say
 And the wheels go 'round
 And the world gets cold
 And the best that I could hope for is just to die when I get old
 And these four walls drive me insane
 Sometimes home is where the heart breaks
 Momma died from cancer when I was 22
 And this house was all she left me, so what else could I do
 I got a job out paving highways and fell all in love with you
 And now months later there's a nursery in what used to be my room
 Now I come home, we don't talk, and you cry yourself to sleep
 And I sit here 'til the liquor finally gets the best of me
 Then I crumple down beside you and kiss your tear-stained cheek
 And realize this house is just a black hole and all I ever do is sink
 And the tears fall down
 And the world gets cold
 And the best that I could hope for is just to die when I get old
 And these four walls drive me insane
 Sometimes home is where the heart breaks
 My son asked me Saturday "Daddy, how come you never smile?"
 The worst thing a man could do is just lie right to his child
 So I just tell some tired story about years ago and running wild
 He can figure out the cold hard truth on his own in just a while
 And the years go by
 And the world gets cold
 And the best that I could hope for is just to die when I get old
 And these four walls drive me insane
 Sometimes home is where the heart breaks
 Sometimes home is where the heart breaks
 Home is where the heart breaks