My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basementnAnd his father touched more than spiritnNow he can hardly sleep, sleepnnMy friend Marcus, he's got such an egonI beg him oh daily to let gonFind your father and find your meaningnPleasennI don't give a good shit if your lonesomenI think that you should go home sonnFind your father and meaningnnNow I can seenYou mean everything to nothingnNow I believenYou mean everythingnnNow I can see nYou mean everything to nothingnNow I believenYou mean everythingnnMy friend Marcus, he works on a train setnAnd I still can't move off my broke tracknHe's helping me find my meaningnEventually and hopefully we'll seennAnd now I believenI mean everything to nothingnNow I believe nI mean everythingnnIts funny how many don't knownHow many don't have a homenIt's funny how many don't knownHow many don't have homesnOooooh