Im standing all alone out in the pouring rain
And though it really isnt like me to complain
I think Im getting used to it
I feel happy and I also feel bad
Ive never been here but somehow I think I have
But Im getting used to it
Ive never been lost like this
Ive never been lost like this
But I wouldnt be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves
Dont know how I got here and I dont know why I stay
The poets all around are laughing in their graves
Must be something that I said
This place is not like anything Ive seen before
The spirits move around, the houses have no doors
But Im getting used to it
Ive never been lost like this
Ive never been lost like this
But I wouldnt be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves
Isnt this a fine hello, I wish I hadnt seen you go
Its always been a bitter pill, the broken mirrors broken still
The letters never made the post, a thousand more I never wrote
And here on dark unfriendly streets
I find the comfort that I seek
And Im happy, and Ive been happy, and Ive been
Ive never been lost like this
Ive never been lost like this
But I wouldnt be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves
Ive never been lost like this
Ive never been lost like this
But I wouldnt be happy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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