Another year, another room, where you hang a few things on the walls
It's just where you call home for now
Until it's time to take them down and move on

Great company, has no where else they need to be
No place else they'd rather go, and no one waiting for them at home

Another year, another room, you still don't care to own anything
You know you won't find what you want, in a place where you don't belong

I am wanted, wherever there is a need
For those with no place to go, who need somewhere new to be

Hope is the room, you make in your heart
To find a new home for all your misguided love
Look at the room I've made. I am nearly empty again
But I want to give to you, and I like it when you take from me

I still don't care to own anything. I still don't have anything to defend
But less is more than ever before, in transition again...