Make believe you're on a boat without water around
Picture yourself at a circus without any clowns
Pretend that you're on a highway without any end
Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door and if somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don't live here no more.

Draw me a picture of an island without any seas
Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries
Build me a home without windows or doors to go in
Then empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door and if somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don't live here no more.

Dream of the time when the tides ebbing now rise again
Then you will know that to die is not really to end
Living and dying are both your most intimate friends
So empty the ashtray, sweep up the floor

Put a lock on your door and if somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don't live here no more.
And if somebody calls in the morning
Just say we don't live here no more.

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Writer(s): WILLIAM THOMAS DANOFF