Welcome back My friend, it's nice to see you This time 'round Give you something to see through Stitch me up Seems like the paint's been fading So sit down I'll cut your hair, be patient My cold composure Holds me very still But boy you'll never know unless you see it through So throw your soul and see what comes back to you No holy roller Not too much skill But it don't push you forward As much as you hope it will And I'll see you back someday on the avenue So throw your soul and see what comes back to you And boy you'll never know unless you see it through Boy you'll never know unless you see it through Boy you'll never know unless you see it through So throw your soul