(Verse 1) This being human... is a guest house. Every morning... a new arrival. A joy, a depression... a sudden meanness, Some momentary awareness, knocking at the door. An unexpected visitor... what is it for? (Chorus) So welcome them. Entertain them all! Even a crowd of sorrows, who tear down your wall. Who sweep your house empty of all you hold dear... Still, treat each guest honorably, banish all fear. For they may be clearing you out... For some new delight. (Verse 2) The dark thought, the shame you can't name, The old malice, the sting of the blame. Don't bar the door, don't hide your face. Meet them at the threshold... and offer them a space. Meet them at the door... laughing. Invite them in. (Chorus) So welcome them. Entertain them all! Even a crowd of sorrows, who tear down your wall. Who sweep your house empty of all you hold dear... Still, treat each guest honorably, banish all fear. For they may be clearing you out... For some new delight. (Bridge) Be grateful. For whoever comes. Be grateful for the numbness... and for the drums. Be grateful for the heartbreak, for the blinding light. Because each has been sent... As a guide from beyond. A guide from beyond.
