This is where you will live; it's not quite finished.
You just can't help looking at the builder's crack.
If you picture yourself slamming the door with disgust
are you in, or out of, the shack?

There are the cards still to be turned over.
Tell me you dream still of finding an ace.
In this poor neighbourhood there's nothing left
to surprise us, but love for the old place.

And being forgotten before you go
you get to keep all that you most treasure.
Above the atmosphere climbs a new world:
would you pay to breathe on the never-never?