Lyrics

Home (Big Bertha)

Big Bertha, we call home 
Busted bumper, rusted chrome 
Ripped out carpet, burnt out dome 
It’s where we make our beds

 Come nightfall, we pull in 
Doesn’t matter where we’ve been 
Every evening, same old thing
 It’s how we keep our heads  

Tell me, how do I find the way to get home
 Feels like I’ve lost my mind, I’m so all alone 
Please just reach out your hand and help me get home  

Each morning on the dot 
Here in home sweet parking lot 
Six AM, already hot 
We dress in sweat and shame

 Wash up at Kwik-E Mart 
Praying I won’t fall apart 
Wishing I could press restart 
Begin my life again  

Each week at Heaven’s Gate
 Preacher says to keep the faith 
Promises it’s not too late 
For things to go our way

 Says Jesus loves the poor
 But it seems He could show us more 
If He revealed the reason for
 Our struggling each day  

I dream that one day soon 
Come December, maybe June
 This old world will change its tune 
And all will finally hear

 Our voices, now in pain 
Singing out in hope again 
Telling in their strong refrain 
That better times are near

© Richard Eppedio and C.R. Keyser-Posner/Smokesongs Ltd.