Original lyrics

EN

My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement And his father touched more than spirit Now he can hardly sleep, sleep I don't give a good shit if your lonesome I think that you should go home son Find your father and meaning Now I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything Now I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything My friend Marcus, he works on a train set And I still can't move on my broke track He's helping me find my meaning Eventually and hopefully we'll see And now I can see I mean everything to nothing Now I believe I mean everything Its funny how many don't know How many dont have a home It's funny how many don't know How many dont have homes oooooh