Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Heaven is not so far Here we are, under the stars Under the stars We'll find a love to hold our hand through the cold We'll find an angel light out in the storm We'll see a light to lead us all the way home and Wherever we go we will know Let's raise a

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own their homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan Until after the invasion of gentrification Eminent domain

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

And all the wonders made for the earth And all the hearts in all creation Just the beat of a lonely heart And I don't want to be alone I'm caught in the rain and there's no one home I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke I could make a woman hang on

Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of You know I can be found Sitting home all alone If you can't come around At least please telephone Baby, if I made you mad For something I might have

I don't know my name I've turned against my home I don't know who to blame I'm turning into stone, turning to stone Leave me bleeding, leave me dying on my own Leave me wanting, climb your way into my soul I don't like it, I can't live without a trace I