Out the front door, down the steps I walked into the garden where I
Left my bike out in the pouring rain, I won't make that mistake again
When it rains it pours I'm told, I see it dripping from the hole
In the ceiling to the cup below, I should let the landlord know
The old dodge was left outfront to stay, the street only steps away
Oh how hard it must have been to know, you'd never see the open road
They come to me at night sometimes, they do not give me peace of mind
But if we should mistakes, let them all be safely made
At home, where there's no one around
At home, does a broken vase make a sound?
