From the recording Audience of One
Lyrics
Once I had a dream that worried me,
Like a drunken guillotine, lingering,
Just above my head.
Why, oh why, why was I born to die?
Cursed repeatedly!
Who would know if I'm alive,
If no one needed me?
Dark and empty this place to which I'd come.
Cold and silent the house my name was on.
Nine rooms and a tomb in every one.
So dark and empty this place to which I'd come.
All at once my soul began to change.
I was tall and young again.
Sweet as rain fallen on the snow.
Who is she ? Who am I?
What lay in between?
How can I say good-bye if you won't let me in?
Can't see the need to fight no more.
If it's too late to open your door.