Within earshot of the coast road And the soft and foamy sea In the shadow on a sunny day Between the trees that line the street And the houses all look sleepy eyed Over the window blue/green roller blinds A postcard in the dusty glass Says 'Room for Rent' Everything would be alright If Roman and Caroline were here tonight I'm Down in the basement with blisters on my toes Sawdust in my eyes You've got to lock up all the windows when you go Lock up all the windows when you go You've got to lock up all the windows when you go Lock up all the windows when you go When you go A portrait of a worried man As silver as the moon Filtered through the stained glass In the door to this room Crowded with coffee tables Covered with shells from the beach Blue/green arm chairs And the walls all painted peach Everything would be alright If Roman and Caroline were here tonight I'm Down in the basement with blisters on my toes Sawdust in my eyes You've got to lock up all the windows when you go Lock up all the windows when you go You've got to lock up all the windows when you go Lock up all the windows when you go When you go.