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 that 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

Isn't this a fine hello I wish I hadn't seen you go

It's always a bitter pill The broken mirror's 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 I'm happy, and I've been happy...