over the water outside of mobile allowing the sunset to take her time ive been putting off the knowing in a pink and orange haze while the oil rigs are feeding me lines and the pines straight and tall fly past looking out on a hundred mile barcode or prison bars and im whispering the lords prayer over every bridge i go across try to summon up the strength not to swerve into the cars ill be coming home to you drunk hotel halogen bathroom mirror gonna conjure up the courage to call up a ghost ive been picking at the cancer smear it on my chest over my heart like a salve where it burns us the most ill be coming home to you did you fall in love again while ive been away in my dreams im in another mans clothes i got all these friends in durham but i never know their names if i had to i could probably make it home ive been two weeks dry in a bar every night ive been pissing coffee quinine and lime and the fogs been lifting im doing alright i still cant look nobody in the eye