Open Arms

You're a law unto yourself
And we don't suffer dreamers
But neither should you walk the earth aloneSo with finger rolls and folding chairs
And a volley of streamers
We can be there for tweaks and repairs
Should you come back homeWe got open arms for broken hearts
Like yours my boy, come home againTables are for pounding here
And when we've got you surrounded
The man you are will know the boy you wereAnd 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 hereWe 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 againEveryone's here, everyone's here
The moon is out looking for trouble
And everyone's hereEveryone's here, everyone's here
The moon wants a scrap or a cuddle
And everyone's hereWe 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 againWe 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