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 We got open arms for broken hearts
(Everyone's here, everyone's here)
Like yours my boy, come home again
(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