My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement
And his father touched more than spirit
Now he can hardly sleep, sleep
I 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 everything
Now I can see
You mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
You mean everything
My friend Marcus, he works on a train set
And I still can't move on my broke track
He's helping me find my meaning
Eventually and hopefully we'll see
And now I can see
I mean everything to nothing
Now I believe
I mean everything
Its funny how many don't know
How many dont have a home
It's funny how many don't know
How many dont have homes
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