I've filed my questions by meaning
And across the folder's spine it says who I'm not
I've pasted in all the old photos
By time and face, relevant or not
I've cleaned up all the old stuff
And swept all worries under the carpet
And I've polished the scratches on my soul
So my reflection shows me that I'm alive
Feels so good to see you again
Come on in, you don't have to stand outside
We fling all the windows open
Sun in and routine out
Just feel at home
I've patched all the holes in my pockets
And poured out all the half-full, half-empty glasses
Filled them to the top with luck
Polished my crown and straightened it again
Locked my doubts in the closet
Screwed hope tight
I've really shaken out my heart
And freed it from all the stains and dust
Feels so good to see you again
Come on in, you don't have to stand outside
We fling all the windows open
Sun in and routine out
Just feel at home
And the other day I rearranged
Turned everything to rubble and ashes again
Some scratches you can never get out
Sorry, that can happen when you live
Feels so good to see you again
Come on in, you don't have to stand outside
We fling all the windows open
Sun in and routine out
Just feel at home