They left me leaving my house on fire
And me running round.
Got out through the window.
While faint little skirts of
Fate was not my idea of fun,
I'll jump to it gladly.
The town was filled with smoke and haze.
Came to my senses just too late
To realize that all I ever owned
Was borrowed.
I thanked them for having shown
Me that nothing ever really
Belongs to anyone.
They burned my books and
They broke my car
And gave the dog to a man
Who used it for breathing.
They felled my trees and
They tramped flowers
And threw the kitchen into minute pools.
The same things done to other men
Had made them run away
From the city.
This being the case I joined them there
And reeling there spent the
Night with these new friends.
The town was filled with smoke and haze.
Came to my senses just too late
To realize that all I ever owned
Was borrowed.
I thanked them for having shown
Me that nothing ever really
Belongs to anyone.