Open up the door and let the sound come innI can hear the owls and the dogs againnAnd they singnAnd they shoutnWhen the moon is outnnOpen up the window and let the storm come innI need to feel the water on my skinnAnd the crops need help to grownAnd this rain's gonna make it sonnI can see the setting sunnAnd I know my days are donenBut let it be saidnThat I've got no regretsnAnd I've made good on what I owennAnd let it be knownnThat this place was not my homenThat this place was not my home