I knocked on your doornI knocked on your doornIs this the type of thing one takes medicine for? nYou know a girl for every name nAnd I know maybe fournAnd my friends are your friendsnBut your friends aren’t my friendsnnI saw you with your eyes closed and I kept lookingnI saw you with your mouth open and I kept gapingnI grabbed you by the collar, my hand still shaking, and said “Won’t you be my neighbor?”nnWon’t you be my neighbor?nnI found you through the telephonenYou were running through the wiresnUp broken stairsnIn Sunday clothesnnWe sat so closenWe sat so close singing quietlynI couldn’t help but starenYour wrists seemed perfect for my handsnnDon’t let me be only a song in the airnnYou would find me time consumingnYou would find me burdening andnYou would find me upside down on your front lawn nSinging “You’re the only one, you’re the one.”n