Still Not Home

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
I gotta get going, I’m still not home
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
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 try so hard, I’m still not home
I gotta get going, I’m still not home
You know that ache’s grown so familiar
How many times I got to shoo it from my door
Putting the shine on the far side of the river
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 best be going, I’m still not home
I try so hard, I’m still not home
I gotta get going, I’m still not home