The yellow sun. Well it took the hand. Of a country boy. To a city in a far off land. We made no mark. Left no shadow at all. On the ancient holy streets. Where I learned to crawl. 24. Not making sense. I kept a diary. Of my experience. The broken and the bruised. The young and the used. The sure and confused. All here. Words would find me. Creep up behind me. Break and enter through every locked door. Rhymes began in me. Summer sang in me. But summer sings in me no more. Now I’m 25. I'm trying to stay alive. In a corner of the world. With no clear enemies to fight. It's hot as hell. We're like butter on toast. And there's no army in this world. Can fight a ghost. The scared and the brave. The saint and the slave. Some in their grave. All here. Words would land on me. Then abandon me. Mangle untangle me. Leave me on the floor. Spring it sprang from me. Summer sang in me. Summer sings in me no more. [Chorus]. Oh…. So glad you made it home. Home in time. The day that’s light. So glad you made it home