Tenement - Roads of Home lyrics

A slow drift on a stagnant day It's nature's finest serenade The whistle of two birds in love Ruffling their feathers at the Supper Club On Saturday she walks in the park And you can't say "I Love You" till it's after dark And no one ever bothered to give you a shove Now you're growing old in a Supper Club It's really something that you're What I imagined to be true The Roads of Home all lead to you Down the line, underneath the shade Jeffery Dahmer's drinking up his lemonade And up among the stars, he really feels the love In the land of the butchers and the Supper Clubs