No one has been coming close to you
Mostly because you don't want them to
You're never gonna get out if you don't open up

And I'm pounding on my poor bedroom door
And I'm spending time on my hardwood floors
With the pictures of the people that I used to know, oh no, oh

We'll, I've been wandering, searching for Lord knows what
From the mountain tops to the deepest oceans
To the softest spoken ones, we're alone

Well, no one has been coming close to you
That's mostly because you don't want them to
No one's coming in if you don't let them

And there's pounding on my poor bedroom door
And I'm still spending time on my hardwood floors
With the pieces of the pictures that I used to know, oh no, oh

I've been wandering, searching for Lord knows what
From the mountain tops to the deepest oceans
To the softest spoken ones, we're alone

You come and get it, you've got to help yourself
You come and get it, you've got to help yourself

Well, I've been wandering, searching for Lord knows what
We're alone

You come and get it, you've got to help yourself, yeah
You come and get it, you've got to help yourself