| It’s not home
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| And it’s not Tara
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| In fact, do I know you?
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| Have I been here before?
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| This is a dream, right?
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| Déjà vu
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| Did I come here on my own?
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| Oh, I see
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| Welcome to the room, Sara, for Scarlett
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| Welcome to the choir, sir
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| Ooh, missionary
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| Well, I will be different
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| When I get back
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| And you can take all of the credit
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| You say everything’s fine, baby
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| But sometimes at night
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| Where the first cut is the deepest one of all (Scarlett) (First cut is the
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| deepest one of all)
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| And the second one
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| Well, it’s a worthless thing, so take it all the way back home
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| Take it home
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| Ooh, downstairs where the big old house is mine
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| Ohh, upstairs where the stars laugh and shine
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| Oh, oh, well, I thought that you were mine
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| Well, I thought that you were mine
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| Welcome to the room, Sara, Sara (for Scarlett)
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| Welcome to the choir, sir
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| Well, of course it was a problem (for Scarlett)
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| Front line, baby
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| Well, you held her prisoner
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| And after all these years
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| Well, as well as you knew her (Welcome)
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| In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends
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| In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends, baby
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| When you hang up that phone
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| Well, you cease to exist
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| Welcome to the room, Sara
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| Welcome
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| Welcome to the room, everyone |