Open Arms

You're a law unto yourself

And we don't suffer dreamers

But neither should you walk the earth alone

So with finger rolls and folding chairs

And a volley of streamers

We can be there for tweaks and repairs

Should you come back home

We got open arms for broken hearts

Like yours my boy, come home again

Tables are for pounding here

And when we've got you surrounded

The man you are will know the boy you were

And you're not the man who fell to earth

You're the man of La Mancha

And we've love enough to light the street

'Cause everybody's here

We got open arms for broken hearts

Like yours my boy, come home again

We got open arms for broken hearts

Like yours my boy, come home again

Everyone's here

Everyone's here

The moon is out looking for trouble

And everyone's here

Everyone's here

Everyone's here

The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle

And everyone's here

We got open arms for broken hearts

Like yours my boy, come home again

We got open arms for broken hearts

Like yours my boy, come home again

Everyone's here

Everyone's here

Everyone's here

Come home again

The moon is out looking for trouble

The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle

The moon is face down in a puddle

And everyone's here