I’ll take my time walking away from you.
Don’t push me, baby, I’m good as gone.
This story moves like weather and backwards-flying birds.
Don’t turn the page faster than you read.
This body loves me harder than I love myself.
A sentimental larder full of overflowing jars.
Oh, home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Home again, home again.
I’ll take my time crawling back home to you.
Don’t rush me, baby, I’m closer than you know.
This story burns like tires and furniture and magazines.
Don’t turn the page faster than you can read.
This body loves me harder than you ever thought you could.
A sentimental larder full of empty cans and sour thoughts.
Oh, home again, home again, jiggity jig.
Home again, home again.
Oh, home again, home again, jiggity jog.
Home again, home again.