I am hiding in the house, someone’s coming through the gate
When the doorbell sounds like an air-raid siren, I am lying in wait
People used to come around, they fish-eyed and they rubber-necked
Anyone who’d come to visit now is automatically a suspect
I creep up to the window, me and my buzzing brain
And we watch two Jehovah's witnesses retreating down the lane

I’m not coming out yet
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold

I put on night-vision goggles, work my way along the wall into the kitchen
As soon as the first snow fell this year, my fingers started itching
And I locked up the doors and I sealed up all the windows
And friends came by sometimes for a while I never let ’em in though
And then they stopped, and then they stopped at last and now it’s just us three
These walls and the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter-day Saints and me

And I’m not coming out yet
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold