Lyrics

In the pilot's chair, in the first seat of the plane And from where I sit, the view's just the same Over the garden now, we turn on down your street This is where you live, but there's no home I see Thought that was all you desired A reclusive hero for hire Just put one back on the shelf Knowing that you won't sleep well In a crowded room, there's not much room to breathe It seems the kitchen now is quite the scene The words came off my wrist, washed by the rain Of a thousand tears that came too late They couldn't spell out your name Living beneath feeling pain Thought that was all you desired A reclusive hero for hire Now you're beginning to tire A desperate hero for hire Just put one back on the shelf Knowing that you won't sleep well I'm walking down the street, absorbed by this maze