You Can Come

When the winds of change Are blowing your mind And it starts getting cold inside And nobody you know Knows which way to go And you need a place to hide When the storms have ripped ‘Til you find yourself stripped Of all your resources and pride And you come face to face With loss and disgrace You can come see me In the same old place When you’ve been humbled And brought down low No need to be contrite You can come day or night I’ll extend a warm welcome And never say, ‘I told you so.’