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 a father and your 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 every- 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 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 of us don’t have homes Oooooh