Red wine on the table, dripping candle wax
Listening to angels from our old 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, are you coming home tonight?
It's getting awfully quiet in the 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