Welcome to the best and worst of my hometown   As illustrated in true dialogue and sound    Photos with captions you can read aloud   A one-sided conversation      There's something worn and old about this home   Cold and comfortable just like the streets   That I won't trade for anything   It's here and now and won't be forever   Here's to friends who will be there 'til the end      It's these nights   And these faces   That keep me warm   Hold me grounded,   Touch my soul   Keep me moving   They keep me moving      For every Joyo night at 2 AM   When the show was over and I was alone   For every patient person who's believed in me   Is one more step from desperation, I sing louder than I have before      We are fragile like an antique looking-glass   We are proud of who we are and what we have   When every single vice is a helping hand   This is my home      These songs should come together seamlessly   And lack all proper names to make you think,   "This could be anyone, including me   Or is just my imagination?"