It's not home

And it's not Tara

In fact do I know you

Have I been here before

This is a dream, right

Deja Vu

Did I come here on my own

Oh I see

Welcome to the room Sara

For Scarlett

Welcome to the choir, sir





Oooh

Missionary

Well I will be different

When I get back

And you can take

All of the credit

You say everything's fine, baby

But sometimes at night

Where the first cut is the

deepest one of all

And the second one

Well it's a worthless thing, so

Take it all the way back home

Take it home





Ooh, downstairs where the

Big old house is mine

Ooh, upstairs where the

Stars laugh and shine

Oh, Oh well I thought that

You were mine

Well I thought that

You were mine





Welcome to the room Sara, Sara

(For Scarlett)

Welcome to the choir, sir

Well of course it was a problem

(For Scarlett)

Front Line baby

Well you held her prisioner

And after all these years

Well as well as you knew her

In the never forgotten words

Of another one of your friends

In the never forgotten words

of another one of your

friends, baby

When you hang up that phone

Well you cease to exist

Welcome to the room Sara

Welcome

Welcome to the room everyone