Family History

The day I found out that my parents were people My mom was crying in my room And nothing compares, and nothing is equal To her tears in the crescent moon And the day I found out that my brother got older He said that he would never know Why his friends were all acting so much meaner and colder And dropping their voices low I can't tell you much about my family I can't tell you much if you're not around But I've searched every hole, every hall, and every cranny And you're nowhere, nowhere to be found And the day I found out that I'd made it to thirty I was lying in my bed I had made the decision to forget all my worries And blow them off instead I can't tell you much about my conscience I can't tell you much if you're not around But I've searched every door, every hall of my unconscious But you're nowhere, nowhere to be found I can't tell you much about my family But I'd try my best if you were around But I've searched every hole, every hall, and every cranny And you're nowhere, nowhere to be found When are you coming home When are you coming home When are you coming home When are you