Here in a borrowed house 
with a borrowed door in a borrowed street 
I watch my borrowed neighbours 
from a borrowed room with a borrowed view 

Outside the clock is ticking 
there's a man with a gun and a cord of wood 
But I'm dancing under streetlights 
and wanting me a piece of sisterhood 

Where did it go 
where did I land 
Everything's worth giving chances 
like shot romances 
and forgotten dances 

I'm making borrowed noises 
giving her my borrowed piece of mind 
I’m borrowing her time 
counting down the hours, tick tock ticking away 

She's giving me her fingers 
whistling along to my every word 
I'm giving her my freedom 
knowing she will fly like a broken bird 

Where did it go 
where did we land 
Everything's worth giving chances 
shot romances 
and forgotten dances 

I'm leaving my home number 
they can call me if they want to, but I’ll be gone 
my footprints and my shadows, 
will be there to show where I don’t belong 

I’m borrowing a line 
from a second-hand poem and a worn-out boot 
and some experience 
from a well-used life 
in a used-up suit