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