There could be countless reasonsnTension rules this housenThat it does, goes without saying, no doubtnnYou, of course claim it's a force that rules from stars far away, I saynCould be the CommunistsnMaybe the R.C.M.PnMore likely you and me just drifting awaynnWell, I offered small resistance: nThat's a doorway made of glassnPatiently waiting for that stone to be castnAlthough my inaction attracted scorn at mornings quiet fumingsnI never talk to younYou don't like being ignorednMy thoughts are out that door andndrifting awaynnChorus:nNo, I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myselfnYou've got my number downnYa know every one of my namesnI think it's plain to see we've drifted awaynnYou could be the Queen of EnglandnStill it's the samenCalling it quits can go by so many namesnI leave to place some space to call your ownnI've heard 'em all beforenI know every one of those linesnSo why don't you take what's yoursnI'll take what's minennChorus:nAnd no, I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myself....etc.