Make believe you’re on a boat without water around                Picture yourself at a circus without any clowns           Pretend that you’re on a highway without any end             Then Empty the ashtray sweep up the floor Put a lock on your door    and if somebody calls in the morning Just say we don’t live here no more       Draw me a picture of an island without any seas.            Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries.           Build me a home without windows or doors to go in.             Then empty the ashtray sweep up the floor Put a lock on your door    and if somebody calls in the morning Just say we don’t live here no more                                          Dream of the time when the tides ebbing now rise again.            Then you will know that to die is not really to end.            Living and dying are both your most intimate friends.           So empty the ashtray sweep up the floor Put a lock on your door    and if somebody calls in the morning Just say we don’t live here no more       And if somebody calls in the morning Just say we don’t live here no more