I’m gonna go out and play. Gonna roar like a lion I’m gonna live just for today or I’m gonna die tryin’. I’ll be grateful for every footprint that I leave upon this land. I’m gonna love my baby just as hard as I can. You’ll see a smile upon my face for the people on my street. I ain’t running no race, well, except against me. I’m gonna take this baby far and wide and my friends’ll be my players and I’ll be out where I can go climb the trees without scaring all my neighbors. Welcome home, me. Ain’t life lovely? I know it’s war out there and it don’t mean that I don’t care but for maybe the first time victory is mine. I ain’t gonna worry run around in a hurry I might fall down the stairs. Those days are all gone.

I’m gonna stop at the diners in a little tiny towns. I’m gonna make my house a home and have everyone around. The kid from next door can come over and play the drums all day ’cause I know that I did it when I was that age so it seems fair that way. I’m gonna buy my stuff from the guy down the street. Not them box stores that ring the town that reek of defeat. I’m gonna go to the farmers’ market every Saturday am. I’m gonna hang with the little old grandmas and I’m gonna buy their jams. Welcome home, me. Ain’t life a luxury? I know the devil’s on his way. I saw him on CNN today. I ain’t gonna be scared. Devil may care. But he’s some naked guy in a town I don’t go to and he wouldn’t like this song anyway to heck with him. He’s all gone.

Gone like the sense of colour and wonder that abounds when you’re five
Gone like the a brush with death that makes you understand being alive
Gone like Freedom, like Innocence, like a killer on the run.
Gone like a ghost that’s got no-one.
I’m here like an open book you just found in a railway station.
I’m here to listen, write second, then go sing it to all the nations.
And then I’ll go on home where love is all there is and all I am.
And I’ll open up a certain grandmotherly bottle of jam.

Welcome home, me. Ain’t life lovely? I know life can be unfair and now big brother’s everywhere but he can’t do nothin’ to me; I’m already free and I do way more good than bad and as for the ugly days we’ve had, let those days be all gone.