All those little lines on the ceiling
All these little lines on my face
Anyone can see I'm no stranger to this place

Half a bottle empty on the dresser
Half a suitcase full of my clothes
Clock beside the bed says it's long past time to go

Telephone is ringing in the kitchen
Waiting for the answering machine
Asking if I'm home, I don't remember what that means

Put my only key on the table
Take my jacket off of the chair
Anyone can see I'm a stranger everywhere