I had a castle, I had no hassles   Now tears are tassels   You're sure to know it, just when you blow it   Then you can stow it      My life is in storage   My life is in storage      Come take a voyage to personal storage   And we will forage   Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds   Speakers for my sounds      My life is in storage   My life is in storage      Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures   Now they're just pictures   Lying in this stack, baking in this shack   Of things I can't get back      My life is in storage   My life is in storage      What life has become, stored here for a sum   I hauled it, I feel dumb   I got my lock and key, I paid a man his fee   Now I wait and see      My life is in storage   My life is in storage      I believe in your perfect face   I believe in your place in the sun   Can we leave now, this dusty space?   Can we have a little fun?      I was standing at the podium   Though I was a little drunk   To the darkened auditorium   I delivered my funk      You were standing at the edge of the light   Trying not to be too impressed   I was trying for the sake of the night   Not to be too depressed      I called you on the telephone   From a hotel in Beverly Hills   And though I was scared to the bone   You were giving me thrills      I believe in your perfect face   I believe in your place in the sun   Can we leave now, this dusty space?   Can we have a little fun?