God & the Billboards - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

Do you think that god reads the billboards?

Soaked in fluorescent light

Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk

We played early tonight

I hadn’t heard from you lately

I think of you all the time

November out in Dakota

All the unending cold

I watch exhaust from the tail pipes

Start to blacken the snow

I think it got in the billboards

Exhale and answer the phone

By the time you speak I already know

I can hear it in the lump in your throat

So of course I’m coming home

Yeah, of course I’m coming home

Things we’re looking up lately

I got the band, they got me

I’m not sure there’s a future there

Or that there’s got to be

But it felt good to have purpose

Something to believe

When we were kids I’d console you

There, afraid of the dark

And you were always a seamstress

Kept me from falling apart

We held each other in orbit

Binary stars

It’s gonna be hard to let go

But I can hear it in the lump in your throat

So of course I’m coming home

Yeah, of course I’m coming home

If you need me I’m coming home

If you need me I’m coming home