Do you think that god reads the billboards?
Soaked in fluorescent light
Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk
We played early tonight
I hadn't heard from you lately
I think of you all the time
November out in Dakota
All the unending cold
I watch exhaust from the tail pipes
Start to blacken the snow
I think it got in the billboards
Exhale and answer the phone
By the time you speak, I already know
I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
Things were looking up lately
I got the band, they got me
I'm not sure there's a future there
Or that there's got to be
But it felt good to have purpose
Something to believe
When we were kids I'd console you
There, afraid of the dark
You were always a seamstress
Kept me from falling apart
We held each other in orbit
Binary stars
It's gonna be hard to let go
But I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
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Do you think that god reads the billboards?
Soaked in fluorescent light
Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk
We played early tonight
I hadn't heard from you lately
I think of you all the time
November out in Dakota
All the unending cold
I watch exhaust from the tail pipes
Start to blacken the snow
I think it got in the billboards
Exhale and answer the phone
By the time you speak, I already know
I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
Things were looking up lately
I got the band, they got me
I'm not sure there's a future there
Or that there's got to be
But it felt good to have purpose
Something to believe
When we were kids I'd console you
There, afraid of the dark
You were always a seamstress
Kept me from falling apart
We held each other in orbit
Binary stars
It's gonna be hard to let go
But I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
Soaked in fluorescent light
Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk
We played early tonight
I hadn't heard from you lately
I think of you all the time
November out in Dakota
All the unending cold
I watch exhaust from the tail pipes
Start to blacken the snow
I think it got in the billboards
Exhale and answer the phone
By the time you speak, I already know
I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
Things were looking up lately
I got the band, they got me
I'm not sure there's a future there
Or that there's got to be
But it felt good to have purpose
Something to believe
When we were kids I'd console you
There, afraid of the dark
You were always a seamstress
Kept me from falling apart
We held each other in orbit
Binary stars
It's gonna be hard to let go
But I can hear it in the lump in your throat
So, of course, I'm coming home
Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
If you need me I'm coming home
Writer: Nick Steinborn, Juan Lopez, Dave Heck, Chiemena E. Ukazim, Dan Campbell, Ace Enders
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.