High school gymnasium's ready
Full of flowers and old legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare
There's red, white, and blue in the rafters
There's silent old men from the Corps
Don't roll away that stone, girl
Leave it where it lay
You say he's coming home but you know it's not today
I think the road will break me and never fill the holes
But every time I'm saved I stop beating out a soul
The last thing I heard I was left for dead
I could give two shits about what they said
I may be limping but I'm coming home
All work and no play might'a done me in
But I'm stoked I'm back after where I've been
I may be limping but I'm coming home
Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin’ time
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see ’em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin’ through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
When my soul was in the lost-and-found
You came along to claim it
I didn't know just what was wrong with me
Till your kiss helped me name it
Now I'm no longer doubtful of what I'm living for
Cause if I make you happy I don't need to do more