Some Never Come Home by Brad

Holding out for troubled waters

Who knows where the course will tell you

You've got many fortunate beliefs

Like love your girl and love your mother

Don't wait until 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

'cause 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 upon 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

I guess i'm kinda used to the cold