It's not home And it's not Tara If fact do I know you Have I been here before This is a dream, right Deja Vu Did I come here on my own Oh I see Welcome to the room Sara for Scarlett Welcome to the choir, sir Oh Missionary Well I will be different When I get back And you can take all of the credit You say everything's fine, baby But sometimes at night Where the first cut is the deepest one of all And the second one Well it's a worthless thing, so take it all the way back home Take it home Oh, downstairs where the big old house is mine Oh, upstairs where the stars laugh and shine Oh, oh well I thought that you were mine Well I thought that you were mine Welcome to the room Sara, Sara (for Scarlett) Welcome to the choir, sir Well of course it was a problem (for Scarlett) Front line baby Well you held her prisoner And after all these years Well as well as you knew her In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends In the never forgotten words of another one of your friends, baby When you hang up that phone Well you cease to exist Welcome to the room Sara Welcome Welcome to the room everyone