This House

Come next sunday morning I won't be welcome here no more There'll be a stranger in my living room New claws on the hardwood floor Mama don't remember much And dad's long checked out, of this house Built on a half acre In 1983 I remember when that porch was built Planting that evergreen But there's a sold sign in my window It reads I can live without But man I have my doubts That hole in the drywall That creak in the front step Like ink on a piece of paper A melody you can't forget There's a song left in this kitchen And a tear left in that couch Ya there's things you can't take out of this house That hiding spot behind the tractor tire Where you could sit for hours The sour taste of rhubarb The smell of lilac flowers I'm not one to raise my voice I'm not the one to pout But when I leave I'll kick and shout That hole in the drywall That creak in the front step Like ink on a piece of paper A melody you can't forget There's a song left in this kitchen And a tear left in that couch Ya there's things you can't take out of this house To you it might just look like rundown brick and stone There's a key under the mat and a few things you should know That hole in the drywall That creak in the front step Like ink on a piece of paper A melody you can't forget There's a song left in this kitchen And a tear left in that couch Ya there's things you can't take out of this house