Elijah

Streak the windows Smear the walls with cocnut oil, yeah Fill a cast-iron kettle with water and a magnolia blosson Let it boil Let the water roll Let the fire take its toll, I'm coming home I'm coming home Dust off the idols, give them something to eat I think they're hungry I know I'm starving half to death I know you're waiting I know you've been waiting for a long, long time, and I'm Coming home I'm coming home Set the table, those three extra places One for me One for your doubts And one for God Let the insence burn In every room Feel the fullness of time In the empty tomb Feel the future Kicking in your womb - I'm Coming home I'm coming home.