This house that I live in has no reasonThis house that I sleep in has no purposeIt has a bed and a few old chairsThree flights up, two flights of stairsBut it has no reasonThe sun once shone through the tire swingThe dogs barked and bayed in the winter and springThe sun once shone through the tire swingAnd the ivy that hung now sadly clingsTo a dying seasonAnd I cry at night when the lights go outAnd the green eyes fuse and the full moon shoutsFrom road maps and red lines to lipstick liesAnd when the lights go out it's tough to surviveThis man holds a hand that shows a trembleThis man that I live in bears his thoughtsHe has a heartAnd a well-worn soulTen years a slaveTo rock and rollAnd nowBut it has to trembleFor the yellow grass of a sunburned lawnSleeps in her seed from the sunset to dawnAnd just like your love that's come and goneIt goes on breathingAnd I cry at night when the lights go outAnd the green eyes fuse and the full moon shoutsFrom roadmaps and red lines to lipstick liesAnd when the lights go out it's tough to surviveAnd when the lights go out it's tough to survive