I am hiding in the housenSomeone’s coming through the gatenWhen the doorbell sounds like an air-raid sirennI am lying in waitnnPeople used to come aroundnThey fish-eyed and they rubber-neckednAnyone who’d come to visit nownIs automatically a suspectnnI creep up to the windownMe and my buzzing brainnAnd we watch two Jehovah's witnessesnRetreating down the lanennI’m not coming out yetnIt’s too coldnLeave me alone ‘til I learnnHow to spin straw into goldnnI put on night-vision gogglesnWork my way along the wall into the kitchennAs soon as the first snow fell this yearnMy finger’s started itchingnnAnd I locked up the doorsnAnd I sealed up all the windowsnAnd friends came by sometimes for a whilenI never let’em in thoughnnAnd then they stopped, and then they stopped at lastnAnd now it’s just us threenThese walls and the church of jesus christnOf the latter-day saints and mennAnd I’m not coming out yetnIt’s too coldnLeave me alone ‘til I learnnHow to spin straw into gold