Not my road Not my shed Not my friends who come to call Not my house, Not my bed Not my children down the hall And when the phone rings, it’s not for me This is not my world And if I think about leaving I’ll be gone I’ll be gone Not my past Not my pain Not my mem’ries in the drawer Not my hope Not my dream Not my name upon the door And when the phone rings, it’s not for me This is not my world And if I think about leaving I’ll be gone And when the phone rings, it’s not for me This is not my world And if I think about leaving I’ll be gone And if I think about leaving I’ll be gone And I’m thinking about leaving And I’m already gone I’m already gone