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"