Come on in,
throw in the die,
grab a drink and join
in the throng.
On this wet August night
the living room’s full of light,
and my heart
sings aloud,
I belong.

Come on in,
don’t be afraid.
We’re loud but we just like
to have fun.
This cacophony of sound
means my family’s around,
and in the end
it matters not
who has won.

Come on in,
pull up a chair,
look through my eyes
and you’ll see
how to love and to live,
how to laugh, how to give,
how to cherish,
how to value,
how to be.