Takes all the running one can do To keep in the same place Trading windows for windows They're all the same I found no one to talk to No place to confide Something that can't be controlled Has tied the lines To my sanctuary. Everything is comfortable but Nothing feels like home Timid more than years before When winding up alone What makes people want to Recreate what's in their heads? I'm hoping you can tell me So I wouldn't feel so dead There's always evacuation Always hide-and-seek There's always kamikaze but This isn't quite that bleak Everybody wants someone Who understands their soul And points to different doors but Doesn't say which way to go For sanctuary.