Letras
Jesus at the table in the early morn
Damn, I've been thinking, I gotta get going
Thought I 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
Oh, I gotta get going and I'm still not home
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home
Robert Johnson was trimmed and 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 said, "Nobody see how desperate I'm torn
I feel like I'm crazy the way that I'm born
I don't know if it's from up high or way down low
Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home
Yeah, I gotta get going and I'm still not home"
You know that ache, it'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
Oh, come 'round and bruise me up a little bit more
Come 'round and bruise me up just a little bit more
One day I'm gonna lie like a season of green
And my heart's gonna run like a flying machine
Lipstick and a nickel in the pocket of my coat
And I won't even care if I never come back
All the windows open and the wind like weeds
Nobody can tell you the way that that feels
Oh, but Lord, if you could see the way I'm gonna soar
Oh, I gotta get going, yeah, I'm still not home
Oh, I best be going, I'm still not home
Oh, I try so hard, I'm still not home
Oh, I gotta get going, yeah, I'm still not home