Priest

The priest waits for the train
He leaves today
He says "How could I have been so wrong for so long"
He lights his last cigarette
He quits today
What better way to leave than turning a new leaf

"Tell your mom I'm coming home
Tell your mom I'm coming home"

The priest drinks from a flask
It keeps him warm
He says "I've felt this way before"
The book is a book
The cross is wood
The priest is a man

"Tell your mom I'm coming home
Tell your mom I'm coming home"