The lights That come in and out Of my life I'll write I'll re-record These times The grill in the metal, the ex's disease The pa**ing of family, frustration, release You have a home here You have a place to hide You're always welcome You're more than I can say The night You showed me how To see So praise the lord For drunken Honesty A master of patience to put up with me Some surrogate brother I wanted to be You have a home here You have a place to hide You're more than welcome All this I know You're more than I could show