There are those   Spend the night under bridges   Over by the river   Down in the park through the winter      But there´s a house that I know   Safe and warm   And no-one ever goes there   (Down where the priests bless the wine...)      She´s been born into the wrong time   She keeps nonsense on her mind   She´s a poet, she´s a builder   She´s as bored as bored can be   She´s a have-not, she´s a know-all   She knows just how to say yes   She´s skating frozen chaos   Till the no-good gods are dead      But sometimes in the dead of night   Woken by the city lights   She wonders how she keeps alive...      This is the girl who lost the house   Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign   And threw out the girl to   Feather his own sweet home      She´s a clueless social climber   Likes the wrong side of the bed   She´s a pick-me-up and she´s a drink-to-me   In the company of friends   She´s tried every variation   She´s co common, she´s so cold   She´s homesick for a future   Can´t stomach what she´s told      On every street in every town   All her days are up and down   At home among the lost-and-founds...      This is the girl who lost the house   Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign   And threw out the girl to   Feather his own sweet home      Here´s the good samaritan   Looks away and carries on      This is the girl who lost the house   Which paid to the man who put up the rent sign   And threw out the girl to   Feather his own sweet home      Thank you for every tree and flower   Thank you for every sky of blue   Thank you I should be every hour   Truely thanking you