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'd been eating, wondered when to come by
You should have called somebody
You should have called somebody before it ever came to this
I wish that you'd called me