Make believe your on a boat with no water around
Picture yourself at a circus, without any clowns
Pretend that you're on a highway, without any end
Then empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we don't live here no more
Draw me a picture of an island without any seas
Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries
Build me a home without windows or doors to go in
Then empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we don't live here no more

Dream of a time when the tides ebbing now rise again
Then you will know that to die is not really to end
Living and dieing are both your most intimate friends
So empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we don't live here no more
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we don't live here no more