Shut In

Locked in my own saloon 9 o'clock in the afternoon Dead calm, three floors down Nobody ever comes around I don't mind passing time I'll leave it all for someone else I'll leave it up to someone else I wouldn't bother, just leave it alone Wine filling up my glass Ages that wander past Sun from the western sky Wind in your tearful eyes How long has it been? I've been staying in You must be thinking of someone else You must be thinking of someone еlse I'm doing just fine all on my own Light from the opеn door Drain in the killing floor Some are born to having none Some are born to have all they want Could you not laugh it off? I wasn't invited, I suppose How would I know? How would I know? You must be thinking of someone else You must be thinking of someone else I just like the comforts of home