And I'll destroy the memories one by one The bitter past erased I'll not replace What's done is done No belief is all that's left and I do not regret The darkness welcomes me back home! The day has ended I lay awake A soft glow over my shoulder

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

He fills me up He gives me love He's all I've got He's all I've got in this world More love than I've ever seen But he's all the man that I need It's not the same I used to cry myself to sleep at night But that was all before he came

Hello, welcome home Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Thought I found a way

Let freedom ring with all the crazies on parade Let them eat poison and it tastes like lemonade Back in the USA for a small town serenade With fireworks on display Tonight, it's a hero's welcome home And there's no place to go And I'm taking it to the

Thank God for hometowns Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in When you were dying to get out Thank God for church pews And all the faces that won’t forget you You got somewhere to go and get found And when you’re lost out in this crazy

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

And it goes And I just feel helpless How long will this take to end? Welcome to my home town and down I'm losing my mind And I don't think you could save me this time When will I get through this?

What we are is the sum of a thousand lies What we know is almost nothing at all But we are what we are 'till the day we die Or 'till we don't have the strength to go on 'Till we don't have the strength to go on Welcome home They have tampered with the

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most