Murder By Death – Coming Home 0

By the light of the moon, I’m comin’ home.
Howlin’ all the way, I’m comin’ home.
On my hands and knees, I’m comin’ home.
I know when I’ve been beat, yeah, I’m coming home.
By the skin of my teeth, I’m coming home.
By the sound of my feet you’ll know I’m coming home.

I’m coming home but I ain’t comin’ home for you.

I’m riding out the wind, I’m comin’ home.
It don’t matter where I been, no, I’m comin’ home.
Crawlin’ on all fours, I’m comin’ home.
Turnin’ brick walls into doors, I’m comin’ home.

I got that taste in my mouth,
I got a hunger in my gut,
my skin has turned to leather,
my hair is banded rope,
my knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt,
but now I miss the things that I have done without.

I’m coming home but I ain’t comin’ home for you.
I’m comin’ home and there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it,
ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.

Don’t leave the light on.
Don’t need you anymore my old friend.
Put a cross above the door,
hang up the boards ‘cause I’m on my way.
I’m comin’ home.