Jesus at the table in the early morning

Dad I've been thinking I got to get born

Got to mean something heavy to somebody somewhere

I don't know who I am but I can't stay here

I didn't mean to stand up I didn't mean to daydream

I didn't want to hear it calling my name

Regular life don't suit me at all

Yeah I gotta get going I'm still not home

Oh I try so hard and I'm still not home

Robert Johnson was trembling calling for help

At the edge of the field talking to himself

Not a woman not a dollar not even his soul

Feels as good in his hands as that old guitar

He say Nobody sees how desperate I'm torn

I feel like I'm crazy the way that I'm going

Don't know if it's from up high or way down low

I gotta get going I'm still not home

I try so hard I'm still not home

You know that ache's grown so familiar

How many times got to shoo it from my door

Putting the shine on the far side of the river

Oh come round to bruise me up a little bit more

Come round to bruise me up just a little bit more

One day I'm gonna light like a season of green

My heart is gonna run like a flying machine

Lipstick and a nickel in the pocket of my coat

I won't even care if I never come back

All the windows open and the wind like wheels

Nobody can tell you the way that it feels

Lord if you could see the way I'm gonna soar

I gotta get going I'm still not home

I try so hard I'm still not home

I best be going I'm still not home

Yeah I gotta get going I'm still not home