These thoughts can't be my own, I've never owned a thing.
I built a home between my ears, I go there every spring.
Who's there when I am gone, do they think the same of me.
Did I forget to lock the door, is there more than just one key.
One day I'll seek the truth, for now I keep my door wide open.
Guess I'll just enjoy the ride, until I'm down to my last token.