Streak the windows, smear the walls with coconut oil, yeah
Fill the cast-iron kettle with water and magnolia blossom
Let it boil, let the water roll
Let the fire take its toll
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 incense 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