Shadows play their tricks at night
The man almost seems alive
When in fact he is a decaying corpse
He had a heart attack and he died
Resting near his deathbed
Waits his lonely gold retriever
Wondering why her master
So suddenly left her on her own
The sun shines through the window now
On the dust that's settled smooth
The wind will bang a shutter
But the dog's too weak to move
Even hunger pains receding
Ribs bite through brittle skin
She's dying by the doorway
Sure that no one will come in
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
As Spring coaxed nature into life
The icy winter died
Birds sang on top of telephone wires
While little Tommy cried
He had gone to visit Granddad
But only found him sort of home
He lay next to his gold retriever
Clothes, dust, and bone
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
(No one)
No one's ever coming home
No One’s Coming Home was written by Clif “Hanger” Croce.
No One’s Coming Home was produced by Steve Cataldo.