Well, it's times like these

And it's days like this that remind me I'm living in the wilderness

And you don't know when trouble's gonna come your way

Or when God's gonna give or take it away

This life, this life is fleeting and everything, everything's dyin' But one day I'll awake

All my problems and my sin

They won't matter to me then "Son, welcome home"

Yeah, "Welcome home"

He said, "Welcome home"

"Welcome home" Well, the day doesn't guarantee to come again

And life only promises that it will end

And we all gotta stand before the Lord, one day

And I don't wanna die but I don't wanna stay down here I feel like a stranger

I know, I don't belong here

I wanna run and I'll fall down at Jesus' feet and lay

I can't wait to hear him say "Son, welcome home"

"You're welcome home"

"Son, welcome home"

"You're welcome home" But I'm still here

And I'm tired

Tired of sin and struggling

Tired of almost everything And sometimes

Small and clean

I could swear that I could hear

Angel voices in my ear Sayin', "Welcome home"

Sayin', "Welcome home"

"Welcome home"

Sayin', "Welcome home" "Welcome home"

Sayin', "Welcome home"

Sayin', "Welcome home"