I see myself in you Watched you fight the battles, thousand men that no one else could do Missed you in the winters when you never came home Remember days of feeling bitter Wished you're better off gone It's all just part of the journey On yellow brick roads, a hell of a ghost I stopped the thought of you and promises and failed with the jokes Forget it all, 'cause when you call, I guess it's better than most The simple talks about missing dogs Could keep me settled and cozy I hate to think it makes you nauseous All the things I do, just being honest Miss the days with James inside the rocket All the space when I became a pilot Rainy days in autmn, never would've thought it Your loving came with problems I'm guessing that you caught it Better come home I see you lurking, looking, longing I'll see you when you make it You were never good at calling Well Is it too late to ask the preacher man to save my soul? I mean, I never knew where I'd go Send my mama home to rest my bones I mean, to rest my ghost I came way too far on my own Too late to ask the preacher man to save my soul I've been waiting way too long When I'm coming home I hope I'd see you there, yeah I hope I see you And I'm better off gone, I'm better off gone And I'm better off gone, I'm better off gone I'm better off gone And I'm better off gone, I'm better off gone I'm better off gone