Lyrics:

Now that the cay's in place Where the sea is to be It seems to be that I'm seasoned to be In a season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and withering Like in a season of the old me Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore And now it's on Now it's on Now that the lake's in place Where the dead sea is to be It seems that I'm seasoned to be In a season of the old me I wouldn't trade my place I got no reason to be Weathered and Withering Like in a season of the old me Bust the lock off the front door Once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore Light the light on the front porch Once it's on you're never wanna turn it off anymore And now it's on And now it's on And now it's on And now it's on Now it's on Now it's on