Ambitions good if you have a heart
No good complaining that life is short
Working's for those who are that sort
They talk of dreams, but can't make them start
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home
I'm losing things that are dear to me
Making a choice disregard or keep
These are not things that come easily
Can't change my mind in the coming weeks
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home
Sometimes I'm going nowhere and nowhere is where I have been
Others think it's better when you've seen the things I've seen
But that's rare, I don't care, there's no glamour, it's a lie
Waking up with strangers in a house not recognised