Walked in grinnin' with a pocket full of scars, First fool splashin' color on the face of Mars. Left a mural where the red dust sings, Just to prove the universe still dreams of crazy things. Fed the crew, fed the town, fed whoever came around, Built a table twice as long when nobody sat down. If you rode beside me, then you know the plan, If I had it in my hand, then it landed in your hand. Pre-Chorus Didn't count the miles, didn't count the cost, Found a lotta people, lost a lotta lost. Funny how the legends always sound so clean... Mine still got dirt stuck in the seams. Chorus It's sorta obvious... I've been the fuckin' man. Built a few dreams with these calloused hands. It's sorta obvious... I've seen some crazy shit. Still don't know what the fuck all of it is. It's sorta obvious... We got some splainin' to do. And by "we"... hell, I mostly mean you. It's sorta obvious... I'd like to go back home. Get my keys, my companies, my money, and roam. Verse 2 Walked through the White House, kicked the ballroom lights on, Told the diplomats, "Dance before the night's gone." Quit pointin' fingers, shake your hips instead, Peace lands easier with a rhythm in your head. Somewhere down the line they handed me the stars, Gifted me a universe and a map for the bars. An asset ship hummin' through the fabric of space, With the ones beside me that still know the place. Verse 3 Saved a pigeon from a windstorm in the street, Little fool flappin' like tomorrow missed a beat. Own a handful of companies, more stories than I need, Cook a meal worth rememberin', plant another seed. Loved by good women, respected by good men, Still pick up a guitar and disappear again. Half philosopher, half neighborhood clown, Still the first one to help when somebody's down. Bridge Maybe I'm handsome... maybe just enough. Maybe life's diamonds only shine after the rough. Maybe every wild tale ain't meant to make sense. Maybe faith's the last dollar that'll always pay the rent. I love every soul that carried me this far, Every hidden hand behind every scar. Every laugh, every lesson, every road unknown... But damn... I'd kinda like to come home. Final Chorus It's sorta obvious... I ain't done yet. Still got songs they ain't even heard yet. It's sorta obvious... The ride's been one hell of a view. Now somebody tell me what's next to do. It's sorta obvious... I could use a little hand. Not to carry me... just help me land. It's sorta obvious... Love's the only thing that's true. And if there's any splainin' left... I'm still waitin' on you.
