[Verse 1] I've got vacancies in my head, Ready for new tenants, it's said. So send your forms in early, don't wait, Before the fuse blows out the gate. The spaces here used to be packed tight, With angry thoughts, and boozy nights. Now there are quiet clusters, it seems, That need some fresh sounds, and new dreams. [Pre-Chorus] So if you’re kind and you can pay the rent, Come move in before the good bits are spent. I’ve cleared out room by room, line by line, Now all these empty halls are open for trade, Step in, sign the line, get your deposit paid. [Verse 2] There’s one room with a drafty frame, Used to answer to a different name. The lock is bent, the paint’s half-gone, But the wiring works and the water’s on. Down the hall, there’s a corner suite, With a cracked old chair and a view of the street. You can bring your records, your coffee mug, Maybe stay awhile and shake the dust. [Chorus] There are vacancies in my head, Whole rooms with the lights cut dead. If you’ve got a steady voice, come through, I could use a little more of you. Leave your boots by the door, make yourself known, There’s space in here for more than me alone. So if you’re kind and you can stay, Fill these empty rooms in a better way.
