| This never was one of the great romances
|
| But I thought you’d always have those young girl’s eyes
|
| But now they look in tired and bitter glances
|
| At the ghost of a man who walks 'round in my disguise
|
| I get the feeling that I don’t belong here
|
| But there’s no welcome in the window anyway
|
| And I look down for a number on my keychain
|
| 'Cause it feels more like a hotel everyday
|
| There’s a stranger in the house; |
| nobody’s seen his face
|
| But everybody says he’s taken my place
|
| There’s a stranger in the house no one will ever see
|
| But everybody says he looks like me
|
| And now you say you’ve got no expectations
|
| But I know you also miss those carefree days
|
| And for all the angry words that passed between us
|
| You still don’t understand me when I say
|
| There’s a stranger in the house; |
| nobody’s seen his face
|
| But everybody says he’s taken my place
|
| There’s a stranger in the house no one will ever see
|
| But everybody says he looks like me |