Lost Like This

I'm standing all alone out in the pouring rain And though it really isn't like me to complain I think I'm getting used to it I feel happy, and I also feel bad I've never been here, but somehow I think I have But I'm getting used to it I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do all by ourselves Don't know how I got here And I don't know why I stay The poets all around are laughing in their graves Must be something I said This place is not like anything I've seen before The spirits move around; the houses have no doors But I'm getting used to it I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do all by ourselves Isn't this a fine hello? I wish I hadn't seen you go It's always been a bitter pill The broken mirror's broken still The letters never made the post A thousand more I never wrote And here, on the dark, unfriendly streets I find the comfort that I seek And I'm happy, and I've been happy... I've never been lost like this I've never been lost like this But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else Nobody to tell us what to do all by ourselves....