I am long on staying.I am slow to leave,

Especially when it comes to you my friend.

You have taught me to slow down,

And to prop up my feet.

It's the fine art of being who I am.

And I can't figure out why you want me around.

I'm not the smartest person I have ever met.

But somehow that doesn't matter,

No it really never mattered to you at all.

And at the risk of wearing out my welcome.

At the risk of self-discovery,

I'll take every moment,

And every minute that you give me.

And I can think of a time when families all lived together,

Four generations in one house.

And the table was filled with good food,

And friends and neighbors.

That's not how we like it now.

'Cause if you sit at home you're a loser,

Couldn't you find anything better to do?

Well, no, I couldn't think of one thing

I would rather waste my time on than

Sitting here with you.

And at the risk of wearing out my welcome.

At the risk of self-discovery,

I'll take every moment,

And every minute that you give me.

And I wish all the people I love the most

Could gather in one place,

And know each other and love each other well.

And I wish we could all go camping,

And lay beneath the stars,

And have nothing to do and stories to tell.

We'd sit around the campfire

And we'd make each other laugh,

Remembering when...

And you're the first one I'm inviting.

Always know that you're invited, my friend.

And at the risk of wearing out my welcome.

At the risk of self-discovery,

I'll take every moment,

And every minute that you give me.

Every moment, and every minute that you give me.

Every moment, and every minute that you give me.

Every minute...