Paroles de God & The Billboards

Do you think that God reads the billboards? Soaked in fluorescent light Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk We played early tonight I hadn't heard from you lately I think of you all the time November out in Dakota All the unending cold I watch exhaust from the tail pipes Start to blacken the snow I think of God and the billboards Exhale and answer the phone By the time you speak, I already know I can hear it in the lump in your throat So, of course, I'm coming home Yeah, of course, I'm coming home Things were looking up lately I got the band, they got me I'm not sure there's a future there Or that there's got to be But it felt good to have purpose Something to believe When we were kids I'd console you There, afraid of the dark You were always a seamstress Kept me from falling apart We held each other in orbit Binary stars It's gonna be hard to let go But I can hear it in the lump in your throat So, of course, I'm coming home Yeah, of course, I'm coming home If you need me I'm coming home If you need me I'm coming home