Well, It's times like these
and it's days like this that remind me I'm livinin the wilderness,
and you don't know when troubles gonna come your way
or when God's gonna give or take it away.

This life, this life is fleeting everything,
everything's dyin but one day I'll awake,
all my problems and my sin,
they won't matter to me then,
œSon, welcome home.
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 Jesusfeet and lay.
I cant wait to her him say,
œSon, welcome home.
But I'm still here,
and I'm tired, tired of sin and struggling,
tired of almost everything,
and sometimes, small and clear,
I could swear that I could hear,
angel voices in my ear sayinwelcome home.