Intro: Jesus at the table in the early morn' "Dad, I've been thinking I got to get born Got to mean something heavy to somebody somewhere I don't know who I am, but I can't stay here" I didn't mean to stand up, I didn't mean to daydream I didn't want to hear it calling my name Regular life don't suit me at all Oh, I gotta get going, I'm still not home Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home Robert Johnson was trembling, calling for help At the edge of the field talking to himself Not a woman, not a dollar, not even his soul Feels as good in his hands as that old guitar He say, "Nobody sees how desperate I'm torn I feel like I'm crazy the way that I'm going Don't know if it's from up high or way down low Oh, I try so hard and I'm still not home Hey, I gotta get going and I'm still not home Bridge: You know that ache's grown so familiar How many times I got to shoo it from my door Putting the shine on the far side of the river Oh, come round to bruise me up a little bit more Come round to bruise me up just a little bit more Instrumental: