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