Now That You're Home

Sweet Jesus, I swear that I love you, no matter what the chariot says
I’m biased and by this I’ll judge you on weakness wrapped up in my own innocence
And I think that’s fine
My God, you look so much different
From mirrors you looked like a fool
And your skin taste much better with aging, not sweet
Like it was back in our Sunday school
Just wait, don’t go. We’re gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Just wait, don’t go. We’re gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We’re gonna see if this bad boy can fly
We’re gonna see if this bad boy can fly
'Cause I heard that it can after all
Now that you’re home, won’t you rescue me?
I’ve been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you’re home, won’t you rescue me?
I’ve been trying so hard to be good
Now that you’re home, won’t you rescue me?
I’ve been trying so hard to be good again
Now that you’re home, won’t you rescue me?
I’ve been trying pretty hard to be good
Well now that you’re home, I can see again, I can see again
Now that you’re home, I can see again, God I can see