there's a knocking at the door, the phone is ringing
And ringing and ringing
Who is it? Who's there?
Don't you see I'm not me? There's someone else living here!
The window in my bedroom is open
I can hear the hushed murmurs of my past life The faint sound of my own laughter
That sound is so foreign!
Is it really me?
The phone is off the hook now
I'm sure the only thing you'll hear is the busy signal
Where have you been?' You'd ask
struggling struggling struggling
Home,' I'd reply
Yet my home isn't really my home anymore It belongs to the old me
The one who'd laugh at her own laughter Who always answered the phone And never left someone at the front door