In my head is a white room
Where all the good things go
A man with a bag walks in
Leaves it on the floor
And goes

Goodbye, Mr. Man
See you again
See you again next Tuesday
Lost luggage, broken keys
And an empty room
I've got a job for life
I've got a job for life
I've got a job for life

I am free
I am free
There is a shadow hanging over me
It's dark and grey
And blocks the sun
And I think it's you

The sun does not warm me
The clean rain does not fall

In my head is a white room
Where all the good things go
A man with a bag walks in
Drops it on the floor
And he goes
Goodbyе
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye