Some odd door, some blooming tree
Senseless and awkward feeling hard uneased
Sleep in rooms where people leave
Dry of gentleness of life of breeze
Sometimes you get so alone
Without a friend
It's hard to know who you are?
And to pretend
Little lights reaching over my head
Shiny sinks to let myself out in
And you won't call to say that it's all right
'Cause you know it lasts all night
You know you should be at home
Where it's good to be tired
Under a roof that you know
That we're inside
Some odd door, off-white painted sills
Faded pictures gathered 'round me still
And I know what you face in the night
And I know you'll be alright