It's not home
   And it's not Tara
   In fact do I know you
   Have I been here before
   This is a dream, right
   Deja Vu
   Did I come here on my own
   Oh I see
   Welcome to the room Sara
   For Scarlett
   Welcome to the choir, sir
  
   Oooh
   Missionary
   Well I will be different
   When I get back
   And you can take
   All of the credit
   You say everything's fine, baby
   But sometimes at night
   Where the first cut is the
   deepest one of all
   And the second one
   Well it's a worthless thing, so
   Take it all the way back home
   Take it home
  
  
   Ooh, downstairs where the
   Big old house is mine
   Ooh, upstairs where the
   Stars laugh and shine
   Oh, Oh well I thought that
   You were mine
   Well I thought that
   You were mine
  
  
   Welcome to the room Sara, Sara
   (For Scarlett)
   Welcome to the choir, sir
   Well of course it was a problem
   (For Scarlett)
   Front Line baby
   Well you held her prisioner
   And after all these years
   Well as well as you knew her
   In the never forgotten words
   Of another one of your friends
   In the never forgotten words
   of another one of your
   friends, baby
   When you hang up that phone
   Well you cease to exist
   Welcome to the room Sara
   Welcome
   Welcome to the room everyone