Red wine on the table, dripping candle wax
Listening to "Angel From Montgomery" record scratch
Bet, you're down at Layla's, smoking at the bar
Hope nobody's on the road when you get in your car
Ooh, are you coming home tonight?
Should I turn off the light, or burn down your house?
Ooh, are you coming home tonight?
It's getting awfully quiet in the south
When you don't know anybody in your way out in the woods
Things don't always turn out like I want, or thought they should
But I'm no stranger to a disappointing end
I'm not trying to sound bitter like the fruit that you're drinking
Ooh, are you coming home tonight?
Should I turn off the light, or burn down our house?
Ooh, arе you coming home tonight?
It's getting awfully quiet in thе south
I guess I'm just stuck in, that's what happens when
Someone or another's 'bout to do dumb shit again
These rocks aren't skipping, like my heart still beats for you
Guess that's what I call up when they call me crazy cool
Feet up on the back porch, the wind's blowing through
I'm staring at the propane, like what's a girl to do?
Are you coming home tonight?
Should I turn on the light, or burn down the house?
Ooh, are you coming home tonight?
It's getting awfully quiet in the south
