A chill ran through me And I grabbed on tight That was when I left my body for good And I shook off all the strength I'd earned I wanted so badly not to be me I wanted so badly not to be me I saw my shadow looking lost Checking its pockets for some lost receipt Will a stranger find it On a curb idling Cold call from a time zone Just short of outer space Six o'clock tomorrow A strange voice says to me: I do believe we have a fire, lady You can pick it up if you come down with ID