Priest

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»