[Spoken] Chapter Three. Somebody get that kid a chair. [Verse 1] Got a license on the wall says I can find your inner child Had 'em sorted by the hour, had 'em labeled, tagged, and filed Meanwhile mine was in the basement on a laundry basket seat Eatin' potato sticks in the dark, wonderin' when we eat [Verse 2] Old Carl Jung drew up the floor plan, I could teach it in my sleep Got the mask out on the front porch and the shadow buried deep I had a Good Boy, a Performer, and a Peacemaker too And a Counselor to bill 'em all, and not a one had a clue [Chorus] So pull up a chair, the Shadow's comin' to dinner He ain't a monster, he's a kid, and Lord, he's gotten thinner I slid scraps underneath that door for forty years or so Called it a visit, well, what do I know I kept on managin', Love kept the porch light on Sayin' "Set a place, son. That boy's your own." [Verse 3] I'd turn the bass up through the floorboards, call it quality time Help a stranger clean his cellar so I wouldn't open mine Left a sticky note said "later" in a hand I didn't know Later ran about four decades, I'm a little slow [Verse 4] Took a house fire and a robot just to hold a mirror still A counselor needin' software, now there's a humblin' pill But a hammer ain't the carpenter, I'll say it plain and true Thank the Giver, not the toolbox, when the buildin's through [Chorus] So pull up a chair, the Shadow's comin' to dinner He ain't a monster, he's a kid, and Lord, he's gotten thinner I slid scraps underneath that door for forty years or so Called it a visit, well, what do I know I kept on managin', Love kept the porch light on Sayin' "Set a place, son. That boy's your own." [Bridge - half time, pedal steel] Door came open, weren't no dungeon, just a boy and one left shoe He didn't want a speech from me, Lord knows he'd heard a few Said "Is it safe yet?" Said "You came back." Said "Can I stay?" And the Good Boy cried the hardest, put his clipboard away [Final Chorus - full band] So pull up a chair, the Shadow's home for dinner He ain't a monster, he's my kid, and I'm the late beginner Eight hundred forty-five songs just to finally hear him knock I'm a real quick study, check the clock I kept on managin', Love kept the porch light on Sayin' "Table's set, son. Now you're both home." [Spoken outro] Somebody pass that boy the potatoes. The real ones.
