We don’t Live Here No More

Make believe you’re in a boat without water around
Picture yourself at a circus without any clowns
Pretend that you’re on a highway without any end
Then empty the ashtray
Sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
And if somebody calls in the mornin’ just say
We don’t live here no more
Draw me a picture of an island without any sea
Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries
Build me a home without windows or doors to go in
Then empty the ashtray
Sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
And if somebody calls in the mornin’ just say
We don’t live here no more
Dream of the time when the tides ebbing out, rise again
Then you will know that to die is not really to end
Living and dying are both your most intimate friends
So empty the ashtray
Sweep up the floor
Put a lock on your door
And if somebody calls in the mornin’ just say
We don’t live here no more
If somebody calls in the mornin’ just say
We don’t live here no more