It's not home   And it's not Tara   If fact do I know you   Have I been here before   This is a dream, right   Deja Vu   Did I come here on my own   Oh I see   Welcome to the room Sara for Scarlett   Welcome to the choir, sir      Ooooh   Missionary   Well I will be different   When I get back   And you can take all of the credit   You say everything's fine, baby   But sometimes at night   Where the first cut is the deepest one of all   And the second one   Well it's a worthless thing, so take it all the way back home   Take it home      Ooh, downstairs where the big old house is mine   Ohh, upstairs where the stars laugh and shine   Oh, oh well I thought that you were mine   Well I thought that you were mine      Welcome to the room Sara, Sara (for Scarlett)   Welcome to the choir, sir   Well of course it was a problem (for Scarlett)   Front line baby   Well you held her prisoner   And after all these years   Well as well as you knew her   In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends   In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends, baby   When you hang up that phone   Well you cease to exist   Welcome to the room Sara   Welcome   Welcome to the room everyone