My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement 

And his father touched more than spirit 

Now he can hardly sleep, sleep 



My friend Marcus, he's got such an ego 

I beg him oh daily to let go 

Find your father and find your meaning 

Please 



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 off my broke track 

He's helping me find my meaning 

Eventually and hopefully we'll see 



And now I believe 

I mean everything to nothing 

Now I believe 

I mean everything 



Its funny how many don't know 

How many don't have a home 

It's funny how many don't know 

How many don't have homes 

oooooh