How were you Supposed to know Where it comes from or Where it goes How where you Supposed to see The storms raging Out at Sea Strangers Beds And your wide eyes Wondering how You even Got there No one knows it But you might just find it There Standing in the doorway Trying to get back Carrying your world In a bag You had nothing on you That you wouldn't leave Behind Just one thing that was on Your mind Strangers Beds And those wide eyes in the Arms of despair No one knows it But you might just find it There And standing Standing in that doorway You realise just what you Had How you keep pushing it Away Sometimes it don't come Back You might find it there And nobody knows that