Taking the Long Way Home

Don't drop me on the bright main road
Take the long way, take the trees
I want the whiskey to finish its sentence
Before the porch light starts asking me

Windows down so the smoke can leave me
Not all at once, just a little at a time
I like arriving almost empty
With the night still stuck in my mind

If you kiss me, kiss me at the red light
Not on the step where the neighbors see
I'm a public woman in a private hour
And I like the seam of those two things in me

Home is a lamp and a honest sink
Home is a bed that don't need a show
I can love a night and still want my door
That's not cold. That's just how I go