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 told myself that it would be all right
Probably about a million times over every minute of all of my life
I know how it feels to be co 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 all right
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 all right
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
All of your life
Welcome home
Outcasts welcome home
Outcasts welcome home
Outcasts welcome home
Welcome home
