Lyrics

Good people, I’ve missed your faces
But I thank my stars that I’m
On this planet, spinning through space
Alive at the same time
Most things I’ve tried I failed
Got the scars and the stories to prove
But I keep shoving off, trimming my sails
Setting my course by you

And I can’t help but carry you with me wherever I go
Even when I’m feeling like a fruit loop in a bowl of Cheerios
You might be weirdos to the world but you’re all heroes to me
Though it sure ain’t a lot, whatever sense I’ve got
Is from keeping good company

It was lifetimes ago it seems
We were wild and thick as thieves
Heads full of schemes and stupid little dreams
We just might still believe
And I believed in me ‘cause you dared to
You made me proud just to be around
And I really couldn’t care about the way they stared
At us scuzzbags in Snazzytown

Now I can’t help but carry you with me wherever I go
Even when I’m feeling like the lone alpaca in a goat rodeo
You might be weirdos to the world but you’re all heroes to me
Though it sure ain’t a lot, whatever sense I’ve got
Is from keeping good company

I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you people!
Sing it with me if you’re feeling it too
I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you people!
And I wouldn’t be me without you
I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you people!
Won’t you sing it with us just once more?
I lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love you people!
And lovin’s what livin’ is for

So I’m singing for my teachers here today
And my teachers who are dead and gone
Though they couldn’t stay I got the love they gave
I get to carry it and pass it on
And when we circle up around the fire
In spite of all that’s changed
Wood and wire and a vagabond choir
Still make a home on the range

And I can’t help but carry it with me wherever I roam
Remembering when I was feeling like an alien
And you told me, “Welcome home!”

You might be weirdos to the world
But you’re all heroes to me
Though it sure ain’t a lot
Whatever sense I’ve got
Is from keeping good company
Though it sure ain’t a lot
Whatever sense I’ve got
Is from keeping good company