Rufus ain't dead,
He marched at the riverside.
On water and bread,
He came through those winternights.
One day he awoke
And he saw all the things they'd made.
No, Rufus ain't dead,
He told the band to play:

"Oh, in my time, life was very hard.
Now, sunshine, shines upon my life."

A forest he reached.
There he wrote all the things he'd seen:
The sunset and the sea.
How grey could turn to green.

A young boy passed by
And he asked why Rufus cried.
Rufus said boy,
These are just tears of joy.

"Oh, in my time, life was very hard.
Now, sunshine, shines upon my life."

But who is god, is he a good guy?

Rufus sat on his toes
wiped the tears from his nose.
Packed his bag,
then he ran
Like he was some kind of ghost.
From the hills to the lake,
Man, he felt like a boy.
He was home, he was home, he was home.

Rufus covered his eyes,
felt this warmness inside
he had lost years ago.
O yea, here was his throne.
This felt right, this felt good.
This felt like how it should.
He is home, he is home, he is home.

Rufus is home