Now that the cay's in place
Where the sea is to
beIt seems that
I'm seasoned to be In a season
of the old meI wouldn't trade
my place I got no reason to be
Weathered and withering
Like in a season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you
won't want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna
turn it off anymore
And now it's on Now it's on
Now that the lake's in place
Where the dead sea is
to beIt seems that
I'm seasoned to beIn In a season
of the old meI wouldn't trade
my place I got no reason to be
Weathered and Withering
Like in a season of the old me
Bust the lock off the front door
Once you're outside you won't
want to hide anymore
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on you're never wanna
turn it off anymore
And now it's on And now it's on
And now it's on And now it's on
Now it's on Now it's on