You can knock upon my door
You can ring my brass bell
But I have nothing for to say
Of vague interest I can tell
My front steps may fool you
Leading up into my place
They give out false directions
They lie right to your face
For I'm just inwardly far away
Mentally gone elsewhere
Sorry for the trouble you had
Go back away with care
Gippeto had that wooden boy
Elwood, his giant rabbit
I construct that I am not here
There you do not have it