Welcome back
My friend, it's nice to see you
This time 'round
Give you something to see through
Stitch me up
Seems like the paint's been fading
So sit down
I'll cut your hair, be patient
My cold composure
Holds me very still
But boy you'll never know unless you see it through
So throw your soul and see what comes back to you
No holy roller
Not too much skill
But it don't push you forward
As much as you hope it will
And I'll see you back someday on the avenue
So throw your soul and see what comes back to you
And boy you'll never know unless you see it through
Boy you'll never know unless you see it through
Boy you'll never know unless you see it through
So throw your soul
