Make believe your on a boat without 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 dying 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