Welcome to the choir, sir It's not home And it's not Tara If fact do I know you Have I been here before This is a dream, right Did I come here on my own

I spend my nights down on the wharf In unlit alleyways By the church downtown Where Sally prays Come down sometime We'll share a rusty can of corn... And listen to the radio I love you, I love you, it says...

I'll be makin' my way further down the road I'll be makin' my way I want to get there some day Half a mile outside Buloxi Did I come or did I go Seven sirens singin' to me Why I listen I don't know I got some smokes I got some coffee My head is ready to