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Once out to another part of the city On some far away errand I went walking one day My path might well have been drawn by committee With all the time in the world I went winding my way It's true I've never been known for my thinking Some would say vague and I'd say that's fair But I couldn't lie to her face without blinking Can you believe I'd forgot what I'd find there? For there stood the house like it had done forever Or at least since circa 1939 The house that we lived in when we were together The place that we rented when you were still mine The broken antenna still stuck in the roof gently rocking An unpicked apple still hung from the tree in the yard I tried to peak through a window but a curtain was blocking I thought about knocking But what would I say to whomever answered Would my eyes give myself away if I lied? I could say I was collecting the national census And ask how many they had living inside I searched through my pockets to see if I had something to sell A two dollar coin, an old bus ticket, I should keep walking For some stones are best left unturned, but what the hell? I rang the bell The house gave an echo from inside its belly Sounds I recalled from days I left my key A footstep, a clank, someone turn down the telly A shadow beneath the door, it was too late to flee I said, "Hello, I once lived at this very address You might know my name from some unclaimed mail" She said, "You should have showed up a long time before this But if you wait right here then I'll go check the pile She left me there standing alone in the doorway Just like the trespasser in my own brain I took one step inside and looked down through the hallway Just saw the house and I went back again Oh, the horror, the horror, oh, hell and tarnation The wallpaper's gone now the wall's painted green, And a tapestry of some vulgar creation Hung where the old pictorial once had been Oh where were the poor little ghosts of the footsteps we'd taken Trapped 'neath the carpets now covering those beautiful boards Memories of you are now turning into strips of bacon My heart was aching I ran, I ran, till I ran out of running I tried to go faster than what I'd just seen I fell on the footpath all breathless and done in Looking like I'd just come through Halloween Now some memories are precious as a diamond And others you have to think what they could fall But they're best if they're left in a place you can't find 'em Or else you might find someone's changed the dรฉcor.