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