No place at all to call my own
Still wandering the world
And friends of mine all moving on
In comfortable cars, getting married
In someone elses neighbourhood
I hear a telephone
Who lives in those well lighted homes?
Their windows aglow in evening
Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
No place at all
The sun goes down beyond the trees
The sound or trace of wind
The world is calm and beautiful
But its breaking my heart completely
Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
Its plain to see
I am no place at all
I am no place at all
No place
No place
At all
Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
Its plain to see
Could it be that I am following this revelry
To nowhere and to nobody
To no place at all
Till no place at all