My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement
And his father touched more than spirit
Now he can hardly sleep, sleepMy friend Marcus, he's got such an ego
I beg him oh daily to let go
Find your father and find your meaning
PleaseI don't give a good shit if your lonesome
I think that you should go home son
Find your father and meaning
Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
You mean everythingNow I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
You mean everythingMy friend Marcus, he works on a train set
And I still can't move off my broke track
He's helping me find my meaning
Eventually and hopefully we'll seeAnd now I believe
I mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
I mean everything
Its funny how many don't know
How many don't have a home
It's funny how many don't know
How many don't have homes
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