So you've come back home And your change of heart is showing; I know you're not alone, Though it feels that way. "So what-" went through your mind When the cold wind closed your eyes. When you cut that figure-eight, Did you think about the time (or were you free)? So you cut the line And you christened your ship; I know you're going to find That misty street again. I wonder what went through your mind When the lions came out; In the roar of your demise, What did you think about? Was it me? It wasn't me. It wasn't me. It wasn't me.