The door is shut but the walls are thin
I hear somebody move within
And I think: How I could knock?
They'd open up, I'd say that I
Was there to read the meter and I'd like
Just two minutes inside
They'd let me in I'd slip upstairs
I'd walk around the rooms up there
With no shoes on
I'd run my hands along the paint
I'd ask why they changed everything around
And they'd ask me to leave
You will lose a place that once was yours
But you'd best not come around
So if you don't want to feel rejected
Assume that somebody tore it down
My mind goes to other buildings
Like the one that I first met you in
And I think I could go to your place
And ask who you have met since we
Last talked but I must gracefully refrain
'Cos that's just what people do
You will lose somebody that you love
But you'd best not write or call
So if you don't want to go crazy
Assume that they stopped loving at all
But your gut still knows that those stairs still creak
And the walls still talk and the roof still leaks
And a heart still wants and some looks still kill
And a life lives on with a space to fill
And it will, and it will, and it will
Holding on is just part of letting go
But you'd best just walk away
When your life stops being your business
If just to prove you can keep busy anyway
Yeah, holding on is just part of letting go
That's what you said when you left town
But I'm afraid that on my worst day
I'll go myself and I will burn that fucker down
Baby I will burn you down
Baby I will burn you down
