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 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
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
Isn’t this a fine hello?
I wish I hadn’t seen you go
It’s always been a bitter pill
The broken mirror’s broken still
The letters never made the post
A thousand more I never wrote
And here, on the dark, unfriendly streets
I find the comfort that I seek
And I’m happy, and I’ve been happy…
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…