God & the Billboards

Do you think that God reads the billboards?
 Soaked in fluorescent light
 Shadows thrown on the honky-tonk
 We played early tonight
 I hadn't heard from you lately
 I think of you all the time
 November out in Dakota
 All the unending cold
 I watch exhaust from the tail pipes
 Start to blacken the snow
 I think of God in the billboards
 Exhale and answer the phone
 By the time you speak, I already know
 I can hear it in the lump in your throat
 So, of course, I'm coming home
 Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
 Things were looking up lately
 I got the band, they got me
 I'm not sure there's a future there
 Or that there's got to be
 But it felt good to have purpose
 Something to believe
 When we were kids I'd console you
 There, afraid of the dark
 You were always a seamstress
 Kept me from falling apart
 We held each other in orbit
 Binary stars
 Well, it's gonna be hard to let go
 But I can hear it in the lump in your throat
 So, of course, I'm coming home
 Yeah, of course, I'm coming home
 If you need me, I'm coming home
 If you need me, I'm coming home