Sanoja: Sarah Slean. The Baroness. No Place At All.

No place at all to call my own
Still wandering the world
And friends of mine all moving on
In comfortable cars, getting married

In someone else?s neighbourhood
I hear a telephone
Who lives in those well lighted homes?
Their windows aglow in evening

Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
No place at all

The sun goes down beyond the trees
The sound or trace of wind
The world is calm and beautiful
But it?s breaking my heart completely


Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
It?s plain to see
I am no place at all
I am no place at all
No place
No place
At all

Look at me crying in my sleep
No one else to rescue me
It?s plain to see
Could it be that I am following this revelry
To nowhere and to nobody
To no place at all
Till no place at all