You’re a law unto yourself
and we don’t suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the earth alone

So with finger rolls and folding chairs and a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should you come back home

We got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy
Come home again

Tables are for pounding here
and when we’ve got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you were

And you’re not the man who fell to Earth
You’re the man of La Mancha
But we’ve love enough to light the street
‘Cause everybody’s here

We’ve got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy
Come home again

Everyone’s here
Everyone’s here

The moon is out looking for trouble

The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
The moon is face down in a puddle and everyone’s here