Traveller

I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street

Every building so familiar, but it's like I never seen 'em

There's the same rows of houses, row on row

I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door

And lingered, standing there on the porch

Little flecks on the brick where the paint did not stick

I never could paint in the lines

I felt just like a tourist seeing it all for the first time

Like a guest, unsure of what I might find

I set down my boots where he would hang up his suits

And I brushed the snow from my coat

To the skin, I was soaked

I felt just like a traveller, my eyes open wide

Like a stranger, uncertain and shy

Everybody's so well-meaning, everybody's been so kind

Called to see if I'd been eating, wondered when to come by

You should have called somebody

You should have called somebody before it ever came to this

I wish that you'd called me