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It was the summer of my discontent |
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It was the ball of a lifetime |
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It was the winter of my absence |
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Waiting on the springtime |
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Well, there was dark sackcloth and ashes |
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For a couple-a years |
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I took my licks and my hundred lashes |
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I cried a bundle of tears |
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Well, that distant shore's forever out of reach |
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Before you know it, you're washed up on the beach |
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And yet, you're welcome back |
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It was a pretty dark day |
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And now the sun is shining, welcome back |
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I'll just zoom on my way |
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Well, I was bent, but I was not broken |
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I was sinking, but I could not drown |
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I was reeling, but I was still hoping |
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I could be lost and found |
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Well, I was temporarily disconnected |
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In my state of disrepair |
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Disoriented and dejected |
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I had to climb out of there |
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Well, that distant shore's forever out of reach |
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Before you know it, you're washed up on the beach |
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And then, you're welcome back |
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It was a pretty dark day |
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And now the sun is shining, welcome back |
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I'll just zoom on my way |
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Move on landward, [? ] bound |
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'Til you land on solid ground |
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INSTRUMENTAL |
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Welcome back |
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It was a pretty dark day |
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And now the sun is shining, welcome back |
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I'll just zoom on my way |
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Now everybody sing, 'Welcome back' |
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It was a pretty dark day |
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Hard times in Babylon, welcome back |
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I'll just zoom on my way |
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Welcome back |
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Welcome back |
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Welcome back |
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Welcome back |
