In the pilot's chair, in the first seat of the plane,nAnd from where I sit, the view's just the same.nOver the garden now, we turn on down your street.nThis is where you live, but there's no home I see.nnThought that was all you desired,nA reclusive hero for hire.nJust put one back on the shelf,nKnowing that you won't sleep well.nnIn a crowded room, there's not much room to breathe.nIt seems the kitchen now is quite the scene.nThe words came off my wrist, washed by the rainnOf a thousand tears that came too late.nnThey couldn't spell out your name,nLiving beneath feeling pain,nThought that was all you desired,nA reclusive hero for hire.nNow you're beginning to tire,nA desperate hero for hire.nJust put one back on the shelf,nKnowing that you won't sleep well.nnI'm walking down the street, absorbed by this maze.