Over the water outside of Mobile Allowing the sunset to take her time I've 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 I'm whispering the Lord's prayer over Every bridge I go across Try to summon up the strength not to Swerve into the cars I'll be coming home to you Drunk hotel halogen bathroom mirror Gonna conjure up the courage to call up a ghost I've been picking at the cancer; Smear it on my chest over my heart Like a salve where it burns us the most I'll be coming home to you Did you fall in love again while I've been away? In my dreams I'm in another man's clothes I got all these friends in Durham but I never know their names If I had to, I could probably make it home I've been two weeks dry, in a bar every night I've been pissing coffee, quinine and lime And the fog's been lifting; I'm doing alright I still can't look nobody in the eye