Elijah

Streak the windows

Smear the walls with coconut oil, yeah

Fill the cast-iron kettle

With water and magnolia blossom

Let it boil

Let the water roll

Let the fire takes its toll

I'm coming home, I'm coming home

Dust off the idols

Give them something to eat

I think they're hungry

I know I'm starving half to death

I know you're waiting

I know you've been waiting for a long, long time

And I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Set the table

Those three extra places

One for me, one for your doubts

And one for God

Let the incense burn in every room

Feel the fullness of time in the empty tomb

Feel the future kicking in your womb

I'm coming home, I'm coming home