Recluse

i’m peaking out of windows and pacing the floors
‘cause the kid from the market comes today
to deliver my coffee, tobacco and flour
and he never seems to do what i say

i say leave it at the doorstep, the money’s ‘neath the mat
careful not to bring bad luck by stepping on the cracks
never, ever knock, i do not wish to be disturbed
but he never seems to do what i say

i know the whole town thinks i’m crazy
but they don’t hear the sirens like i do
they say my superstition hides the best of me
’cause i choose to be the recluse

i had a visitor a few years back, a wanderer by trade
she showed up when the winter was its worst
i didn’t want to let her in but i thought that she might freeze to death
and that would only mean more visitors

she cooked the meals and cleaned the place and opened up the curtains
i thought that she could be my cure, when i was all but certain
she took a fall and i took it as a sign that she was cursed
and once again i swore off all visitors

i know the whole town thinks i’m crazy
they don’t hear the sirens like i do
they say my superstition hides the best of me
’cause i choose to be the recluse

sure it gets lonely sometimes
but i say better to be lonely and alive

so i’d just assume the whole town think i’m crazy
they don’t hear the sirens like i do
they say my superstition hides the best of me
i choose to be the recluse