I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street
Every building so familiar but it's like I never seen em
There's the same rows of houses, row on row
I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door, and lingered
Standing there on the porch
Little flecks on the brick, where the paint did not stick, I never could paint in the lines
I felt just like a tourist, seeing it all for the first time
Like a guest
Unsure of what I might find
I set down my boots where he would hang up his suits and I brushed the snow from my coat, to the skin I was soaked
I felt just like a traveller, my eyes open wide
Like a stranger, uncertain and shy
Everybody's so well meaning, everybody's been so kind
Called to see if I been eating, wondered when to come by
You should have called somebody before it ever came to this
You should have called somebody
I wish… I wish you'd called me