Cos there are strangers in my house now, Walking our hallowed floors, Using a different set of keys, To unlock the same front door, They'll never know, All that I had and lost, Up the stairs, in the room, to the right, Upon the second floor, [Chorus How was I to know, As I said goodbye, Latched the door for the last time, And took a last longing glance at the Mockingbirds, That I would feel, At 27, Like a child ripped from his home, At his fathers word. Now there are strangers in my house, People I'll never know, They've moved the furniture around, But at heart it's still my home, I wonder if it's still my name written on the bedroom door, Sometimes I fucking doubt it, But I’d like to think so, [chorus But I don't blame you. Alright I blame you, Those nights I'm sitting awake at night, With nothing to alleviate my fright, Cos there are strangers in my house, What do they dream about? Alright I blame you, But I don't want to, After all, it was I that left it first, What right have I to feel so hurt? But trying not to feel it makes it worse. It makes it worse It makes it worse