That Old House

Kettle on the gas stove Dwelling made of sand Shadow of a porch light The flicker of a fan Every room just like a hallway No comfy chair to plop Skeletons in the closet Next to the broom and mop That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home Dishes in the kitchen Lots of time in the sink Solitary dinners Gave lots of time to think Ghosts in the floorboards Time can hear them all A pale imitation Echoing each footfall That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home Fully loaded U-haul Setting sun is near Driving through the darkness Looking in the rear-view mirror That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home That old house ain't home no more That old house wasn't a home Kettle on the gas stove