late september feeling alone at a hotel in frankfurt in the dim lit glow think i ll turn on the t v and kick my shoes to the floor and i ll put my sign on the door richardson road in early may with rows of pink tulips just below the gate you came out of nowhere and pretty soon we had a home and we put a nice sign on the door the newspaper cried out it s solemn decree i said it doesn t matter you didn t agree so we saw different people though we both tried lend out support until we took our sign off the door well you raised a formal grievance had the nerve to even believe it went around spouting off just calling people names your heart was always ticklish but now you just seem wicked are you happy now is the world a better place mad as hell babe mad as hell you revel in abstinence you wear it so well think i saw you on t v but you did not look like before and you were putting some sign on the doors back at the hotel watching t v think i know what love is but it s kinda tricky i m a believer but of what i am not really sure so i ain t putting no sign on the door1