there s a cross of flowers at the roadside where some fool bought it two years back there s an orchard gone to hell beside a burned out one room shack there s a thousand sparrows falling in a thousand shades of black i m coming home there s a steeple on the skyline like a single iron nail there s a windmill doing nothing and a low moan on the rails where the coal train takes the corner and the light begins to fail i m coming home i m coming home there s a red barn in the half light and a white frost on the shade and in the bars down off the main drag they re drinking down what they got paid and i wonder in all my leaving if i ever could have stayed i m coming home there s a junked out car in the tall grass it ain t ever gonna sell and jimmy s raising daughters and jack s out raising hell and i always said i loved you i never said i loved you well i m coming home i m coming home i m coming home