His House and Me

Over by the fire, there stands a chair That's the chair he used to sit in His favorite chair now seems so bare So empty and alone In the closet hangs a worn out shirt That's the shirt he'd lie around in That poor old shirt left hanging there That he no longer wears This once was the house where he used to live with me Oh-oh-oh-oh, this once was his house the house where he lived with me He left his house and me Upstairs on the bed, his pillow Lies there patiently awaiting, oh, yeah For his return, I know it yearns To ease his weary head, oh-oh Dancing on the wall, our shadows Ghosts reminding me of his laughter, yeah-yeah That filled our home, but now there's none Just empty tears and then Oh, this once was the house where he used to live with me Oh-oh-oh-oh, this once was the house where he used to live with me Oh-oh-oh, this once was the house where he used to live with me Oh-oh