Im standing all alone out in the pouring rain
And though it really isnt like me to complain
I think Im getting used to it. I feel happy, and I also feel bad
Ive never been here, but somehow I think I have
But Im getting used to it.

(chorus)

Ive never been lost like this
Ive never been lost like this
But I wouldnt be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do - all by ourselves.

Dont know how I got here and I dont know why I stay
The poets all around are laughing in their graves
Must be something that I said.
This place is not like anything Ive seen before
The spirits move around, the houses have no doors
But Im getting used to it
(chorus)

Isnt this a fine hello I wish I hadnt seen you go
Its always a bitter pill the broken mirrors broken still
The letters never made the post, a thousand more I never wrote
And here on dark unfriendly streets, I find the comfort that I seek
And Im happy, and Ive been happy...
(chorus out...)