Here in a borrowed house With a borrowed door in a borrowed street I watch my borrowed neighbours From a borrowed room with a borrowed view Outside the clock is ticking There's a man with a gun and a cord of wood But I'm dancing under streetlights And wanting me a piece of sisterhood Where did it go Where did I land Everything's worth giving chances Like shot romances And forgotten dances I'm making borrowed noises Giving her my borrowed piece of mind I'm borrowing her time Counting down the hours, tick tock ticking away She's giving me her fingers Whistling along to my every word I'm giving her my freedom Knowing she will fly like a broken bird Where did it go Where did we land Everything's worth giving chances Shot romances And forgotten dances I'm leaving my home number They can call me if they want to, but I'll be gone My footprints and my shadows Will be there to show where I don't belong I'm borrowing a line From a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot And some experience From a well-used life In a used-up suit