LYRICS
From the cradle to the grave
We behave
No time to save
To behave
The meaning of “our home” has grown
My first home was in my mama’s womb
My last one will likely be a tomb
From the bachelor to the empty nest
In between sure is all the rest
From all alone to overgrown
Overgrown to all alone
Home is home where home is
Home overgrown to all alone
From the cradle to the grave
We behave
No time to save
To behave
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em G Am C Em / D Em / Cdim/BM7aug
Recording: digital stereo
Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers
From the album The Bleeding Edge
by Daniel Brouse