Comin' Home - Murder By Death

By the light of the moon, I’m comin' home

Howlin' all the way, I’m comin' home

On my hands and knees, I’m comin' home

I know when I’ve been beat, yea, I’m comin' home

By the skin of my teeth, I’m comin' home

By the soul of my feet, you know I’m comin' home

I’m comin' home, but I ain’t comin' for you

I’m ridin' out the wind, I’m comin' home

It don’t matter where I’ve been, I’m comin' home

Crawlin' on all fours, I’m comin' home

Turnin' brick walls into doors, I’m comin' home

I’ve got the taste in my mouth

I’ve got a hunger in my gut

My skin has turned to leather

My hair is banded rope

My knees have buckled beneath the weight of doubt

But now I miss things that I have done without

I’m comin' home, but I ain’t comin' home for you

I’m comin' home, ain’t nothin' you can do about it

Ain’t nothin' you can do about it

Don’t leave the light on

Don’t need you anymore, my old friend

Put a cross above the door

Lay up the boards

I’m on my way

I’m comin' home

I’m comin' home

I’m comin' home

I’m comin' home

I’m comin' home