Well, the boys were never alright

Won’t you tell me what’s on your mind

No one showed me how to open

The doors I keep on closing

Locked tight

So, to the boys back home:

I’m so fucking glad I know you

Didn’t tell you I’m home, but you’re coming over

And I didn’t choose you then but I choose you now

It was a place to hide, but now it’s armor

So if you’re looking for a shoulder

I’ll always be there for you

To hope for what you’re hoping

To carry what your holding

Tonight

To the boys back home:

I’m so fucking glad I know you

Didn’t tell you I’m home, but you’re coming over

And I didn’t choose you then but I choose you now

It was a place to land but now we’re soaring

And you tell me your stories

And you tell me your stories

And I tell you my stories

An old friend I feel I just met for the first time

An old joke I knew but I just got the punchline

An old friend I feel I just met for the first time

My hometown but tonight I found a new skyline

To the boys back home:

I’m so fucking glad I know you

Didn’t tell you I’m home, but you’re coming over

And I didn’t choose you then but I choose you now

It was circumstance but now it’s poetry