(Billy Bob Thornton/Brad Davis)
The light is getting dimmer They say that happens when you go My chances are slimmer Then they were a week ago I'm not sure what you call it Some people say it's called gone I don't know how I'll get there But I know I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home I don't need to car to drive I don't need no telephone I'm going home I'm going home I'm not sure what it looks like But I know I'm going home I always figured heaven Might have a little touch of hell 'Cause this side if the river always looks Out on farewell Leaving's never pleasant Especially when you're alone Unless you've got a road map in your soul That leads back home I'm going home I'm going home I don't need to car to drive I don't need no telephone I'm going home I'm going home I'm not sure what it looks like But I know I'm going home