Welcome to the New South

Welcome home, outcasts, because I know how you have felt over the years

The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror

And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke to all of your friends

And to be on the edge of your bed

With your head buried in your hands

Wishing that everything would end

Yeah, I know how it feels to be the loneliest

Welcome back, outcasts, because I've told myself that it would be alright

Probably about a million times over every minute of all my life

I know how it feels to be so confused that you're so far out of control

And to be on the edge of your bed

With your head buried in your hands

Wishing that everything would end

Yeah, I know how it feels to be the loneliest

So you sit and wait for a sign

That the coming days will be alright

And you drink so you can forget another night

Bruised from the blackouts, and your blood red eyes

Try to start looking for the brighter side

Yeah, wait for a sign

Wait for a sign, wait for a sign

Welcome home, everything will be alright

Welcome home, outcasts, because I know just how you felt over the years

The truth is that looking at me is like looking in the mirror

And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke all of your life

Welcome home

Outcasts, welcome home

Outcasts, welcome home

Outcasts, welcome home

Welcome home