She's gone Alive, not well She's not coming home again this time Why do I always feel like Coming home never hurt so bad
The train is abroad Upon the rail And she's not looking back At me again this time Wondering why she's not coming home tonight
Daddy waits for her At the foot of her bed With a devilish smile And a clinched fist It's ready to strike her down Will the blood run to her lips Like it did before
He waits for her In a dim-lit room Where there are no windows And there are no light And the only thing that litters the floor Are the shards of glass And empty diary pages That she left behind Somewhere lies The answers to where she's been Where she's gone And why she's not coming home Tonight...