This is Our Music/Copenhagen

Well I'm sorry `bout the weather
And I'm sorry that the drive was much too far
Seems like everything is business
And we're sorry all the time

When we're home (All alone)
What is home? (On your own)
Home is home (All Alone)
Where we love the weather

Are you sorry that you love me?
Am I sorry I love you too?
Seems it doesn't make a difference
That we're sorry all the time

When we're home (All alone)
What is home? (On your own)
Home is home (All Alone)
Where we love the weather

All alone (What is home?)
On my own (What is home?)
All alone (Home is home)
And I love the weather

I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit
And your dog refused to look at it
So I got drunk and looked at the Empire State Building
It was no bigger than a nickel
And if it don't improve
Then I have to move
I never thought that I would end up here
Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile
I stayed at home on the Fourth of July
And I pulled the shades so I didn't have to see the sky
And I decided to have a Bed In
But I forgot to invite anybody
And when I fell asleep
The neighbors had a peep
I never thought that I would end up here
Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile

Nighttime at the boulevard
And I'm walkin home with you
The heat is just delicious
And you know just what to do

Mornin is so perfect
But the noontime makes me tired
Parkin in the park now
And I'm so glad that you were fired

Goin to the movies
I found a shelter from the sun
Heard a gruesome story
About a couple on the run

Listen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between Empire State Building
And between Trafalgar Square
Listen the snow is falling over town

Listen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between your bed and mine
Between your head and my mind
Listen the snow is falling over town

Between Tokyo and Paris
Between London and Dallas
Between your God and mine
Listen the snow is falling everywhere

Snow dream
Snow fall
Snow fly
Listen
Listen

Your lips ain't movin
Your body's still
But voices are talkin somewhere
I hear a jukebox
French fries and beer
And people are talkin somewhere

And I know there's no one home
But I won't put down the phone
I can't think where I should be

I search the kitchen
Put my ear to the wall
I look in the freezer again
Sometimes a notion
Swells like the ocean
Then I can't think where I should be

And I know there's no one home
But I won't put down the phone
I can't think where I should be

Now, if she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now
Now, if she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now
If she ever comes now, now

Oh, she looks so good
And oh, she's made out of wood
Just look and see
She's made out of wood
Just look and see now, now, now
Made out of wood now