Here I am, on your photograph
again what kind of place
did you bring me to this time
is it a room so small but there's hardly room at all
other peoples rooms are they cheery are they bright
other peoples lives, do they always turn out right
do they always look the door
wishing they had someone to open it for just a little room
of there own and all the music that I play, is just for the time that
I get to slip away and lost myself in other peoples rooms.
other peoples rooms, are they fancy or just plain,
other peoples dreams, are they really just the same everyone
needs a caller of their won, everyone needs a place to come home,
just a little room of their own, and all the music
that I play is just for the times that I get to slip away,
And lost myself in other peoples rooms
here the music play, in otherf peoples rooms, all the love
is there, in other peoples rooms, hear the music play
in other peoples rooms
all the love is there in other peoples rooms