Everytime I come back home 
I get this feeling I’m alone
Yet the streets are all the same
And all my friends still know my name.
I wonder when I’m at my door,
will this key work anymore?
Does someone else now live inside,
And think the former tenant died?
I don't know if I’ll be back this time
Sometimes I wish that it were cold
And I had someone warm to hold
To watch the clouds move through the skies
And keep my feelings occupied
I never thought I’d want to leave
I thought I had all that I’d need
Yet my apartment feels so small
When I come home and no one's called
I don't know if I’ll be back this time
I don't know if I’ll be back this time
I might just stay here with you