Entering and exiting this world of yours, where everyone’s a guest and every room is yours
This bubble of noiseless chattering fears This buffet of exciting exotic fares
This tumble of clothes that you’d never wash This room is like a magic box
You’re biggest worry is that you’d fade away That no one will ever ask you to stay
Goodbyes are easy, just stop the talk Pick up a bag and walk around the block. Turn around and see if you recognise the way This is where you’d left all your yesterdays.