I just took the books out of the boxes
And put up all the posters on the wall.
How long does it take to make a new place feel like home?
There's no sign of footprints on these steps;
No one's clothes strung out on the floor,
And I feel like a stranger when I walk through my front door.
And a new street name
Is like an old photo place
In a picture frame:
It might look different,
But it's just a rearrangement
Of the same old troubles I've been going through.
I found your love letters in the laundry.
Most of them, I've never even read.
How much love can someone give without giving up instead?
Dried up autumn leaves lay on the lawn,
And these freshly-painted walls are caving in.
I hope that time will draw a chapter where you end and I begin.
It's like a game of chess
With my lonely nest,
And I just stay in check
To my condition,
And it's all about position,
But I'm running out of places left to move.