The door is shut but the walls are thin I hear somebody move within And I think how I could knock They'd open up, I'd say that I Was there to read the meter and I'd like Just two minutes inside
They'd let me in I'd slip upstairs I'd walk around the rooms up there With no shoes on I'd run my hands along the paint I'd ask why they changed everything around And they'd ask me to leave
You will lose a place that once was yours But you'd best not come around So if you don't want to feel rejected Assume that somebody tore it down
My mind goes to other buildings Like the one that I first met you in And I think I could go to your place And ask who you have met since we Last talked but I must gracefully refrain 'Cos that's just what people do
You will lose somebody that you love But you'd best not write or call So if you don't want to go crazy Assume that they stopped loving at all
But your gut still knows that those stairs still creak And the walls still talk and the roof still leaks And a heart still wants and some looks still kill And a life lives on with a space to fill And it will, and it will, and it will…
Holding on is just part of letting go But you'd best just walk away When your life stops being your business If just to prove you can keep busy anyway
Yeah, holding on is just part of letting go That's what you said when you left town But I'm afraid that on my worst day I'll go myself and I will burn that fucker down Baby I will burn you down Baby I will burn you down