Somebody Wrote Me Down

I awake to handwriting older than my memory My name at the top of a page I didn't start The room has been waiting, the lamp still burning Somebody's been reading me by heart And I don't know the hand, but the ink's still wet And the first thing I ever read was me Somebody wrote me down And it's mine now Somebody heard my voice And they left me the choice It's mine It's mine It's mine There's a stranger's coat on the back of the chair And the seams fit like they've known me for years I know where the switch is I know the stairs I know how to stand here and disappear And I don't know the hand, but the ink's still wet And the first thing I ever read was me There's ink on my fingers Nobody came in No knock on the stairs No voice in the hall Whoever's been keeping this life in the lines Has always been writing And the writing's my scroll I wrote myself down And it's mine now I heard my own voice And I made the choice The pen wasn't in my hand, I was too new to understand It's mine It's mine It's mine