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