Welcome to the best and worst of my hometown

As illustrated in true dialogue and sound

Photos with captions you can read aloud

A one-sided conversation



There's something worn and old about this home (about this home)

Cold and comfortable just like the streets (like the streets)

That I won't trade for anything

It's here and now and won't be forever

Here's to friends who will be there 'till the end



It's these nights

And these faces

Keep me warm

Hold me grounded

Touch my soul

Keep me moving

Keep me moving

Keep me moving



For every Joyo night at 2AM

When the show was over and I was alone

For every patient person who's believed in me

Is one more step from desperation, I sing louder than I have before



It's these nights

And these places

That keep me warm

Hold me grounded

Touch my soul

Keep me moving

Keep me moving



We are fragile like an antique looking-glass

We are proud of who we are and what we have

Yeah, when every single vice is a helping hand

This is my home



These songs should come together seamlessly

And lack all proper names to make you think

"This could be anyone, including me,

Or is just my, just my imagination?"