Takes all the running one can do
To keep in the same place
Trading windows for windows
They're all the same
I found no one to talk to
No place to confide
Something that can't be controlled
Has tied the lines
To my sanctuary.
Everything is comfortable but
Nothing feels like home
Timid more than years before
When winding up alone
What makes people want to
Recreate what's in their heads?
I'm hoping you can tell me
So I wouldn't feel so dead
There's always evacuation
Always hide-and-seek
There's always kamikaze but
This isn't quite that bleak
Everybody wants someone
Who understands their soul
And points to different doors but
Doesn't say which way to go
For sanctuary.