Medium - Home Alone lyrics

I hear the wind blow, come through my window
It very softly whispers, "Hello"
The way the wind blows
It makes my heart glow
And fills my body with Jell-O

The mirror looks slowly at the carpet
He asks "How do you like it
Always getting stepped on?"
The carpet answers with a chuckle
"How do you like getting stared at?"

The coat rack greets me, the way he treats me
You'd think I asked for special treatment
His friend the doorbell
He keeps the floor well
He seems to know the neighbors all too well

I stumble slowly towards the closet, he says
"Go to the kitchen if you need a fixin'"
The kitchen isn't quite so friendly
All of the food wants to eat me

Drop my bags on the floor
I'm running out the door the doorbell yells
"Don't come 'round here no more"

The world that people see
They see it through a lens
How they interpret it, well, that depends
Some people find it strange
Some people find it sad
I've just been grateful for
This life I've had

And after all of the chaos
Some things are found, some things stay lost
And everything returns to normal
But, you'll never know who rang the doorbell