Lyrics:

Here I am, on your photograph again
What kind of place
Did you bring me to this time
Is it a room so small
But there's hardly room at all
Other peoples rooms are they cheery are they bright
Other peoples lives, do they always turn out right
Do they always lock the door
Wishing they had someone to open it for
Just a little room of there own
And all the music that I play,
Is just for the times that I get to slip away
And loose myself in other peoples rooms.
Other peoples rooms, are they fancy or just plain,
Other peoples dreams, are they really just the same everyone needs a corner of their own,
Everyone needs a place to come home,
Just a little room of their own,
And all the music that I play
Is just for the times that I get to slip away,
And loose myself in other peoples rooms
Here the music play,
In other peoples rooms,
All the love is there,
In other peoples rooms,
Hear the music play
In other peoples rooms
All the love is there in other peoples rooms