Lyrics

The priest waits for the train He leaves today He says "How could I have been so wrong for so long" He lights his last cigarette He quits today What better way to leave than turning a new leaf "Tell your mom I'm coming home Tell your mom I'm coming home" The priest drinks from a flask It keeps him warm He says "I've felt this way before" The book is a book The cross is wood The priest is a man "Tell your mom I'm coming home Tell your mom I'm coming home"