Fit right in.
Watch the way you ask questions;
When I'm not even around.
I told you...
"I'll be down by the river searching for driftwood."
It makes me feel at home.
So don't tell me you're lonely.
There's no such thing as an empty room,
Only a vacant mind.
You could be here with me...
Getting lost upon fictional shores.
It doesn't matter if I'm not around.
The Hudson smells nice this time of year,
You'd fit right in.
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